You silenced the calling out of children
Across empty lots and down twilight alleyways
You stole the summers of innocents
And the friends and lovers of forgotten days
Long ago, you teased me with your possibilities
Filled me with hope and fantasies
Then jerked away your promises
And left me with want and empty dreams
At what point do I give up on my dreams
When do I know that my innovations
My poems or novels will not it seems
Live outside of my imagination
When should I realize that my brilliance
Is overblown desire; not artistry
They say I am showing my resilience
Not settling for my mediocrity
When will I understand that I’m lying
Thinking that there is someone who might care
When will it be alright to stop trying
Never! As long as you are there to share
You are too impatient
In your eager search for the now
You’ve left no time for reflection
On ‘the once was’ or the ‘what will be’
I will tell you to slow down and enjoy the ride
I know you will not listen
You will not listen to anyone
Just stop trying so hard
Let us wear out our life
Listening to the wind in the trees
Feel the summer warmth on our face
Breathe the coolness of the evening
Hear the music of nature drifting across open meadows
Smell the intoxicating scent of wild flowers
Opening their souls to worship the morning sun
I know that in your rush to reach
What you believe to be success
You will ignore it all
Until you realize that it was not worth it
I pity your journey
Small towns slowly awaken with the rising dawn
Methodic rhythms of routine move you along
A care-free track of vague irrelevance
The setting sun tucks your life away
Into carefully maintained homes
The town slows to a heartbeat
The night lulls you to sleep
With a final sigh
You start to dream
Perhaps of
Something
More
Some are unlike us in how they might act
How does that make them less of a person
You’re wrong, you’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re stupid
Our words can maim them worse than our weapons
So let’s use our words for good – not evil
I love you- you’re special – you’re beautiful
Words can help us see the good in people
A few kind words can make the day joyful
A few will try to silence our voices
But we must break free from hate and deceit
Let them know we’re free to make our own choices
Our future will not be defined by their drumbeat
Freedom does not mean we have to conform
Or be hated for voicing opinions
We’re not indebted to follow the norm
Or practice the popular religions
We call ourselves free but free we are not
We are slaves to current theology
Never grateful for the things that we’ve got
Instead, demanding an apology
We live in a country where leaders say
You are undesirable therefore flawed
Still I ask should not they be free to stay
Aren’t we all equal in the eyes of God
Our country is broken there is no doubt
To fix it we must all work together
First we must recall what freedom’s about
Stand united and strive for the better
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