Poem (protest) - What Are You Waiting For?

What Are You Waiting For?

Young man, where is your voice?
The world awaits; you have no choice
Don't look back in awe; it's time to lead
I want to know; how strong is your creed?

Why do you seem so tired; you have no breath
Why do you crawl? Take your first step
You've just been born; open up your eyes
Help us my child; show us the lies

The world is decaying
And you along with it
I'm tired of praying
Are you complicit?

Are you awake or do you even know you sleep?
You won't risk your day; letting laziness creep
Deaf, dumb and blind; Is fear your ale?
Come forth, let your anguish wail

Your legacy is youthful protest and rage
When they die off, who will turn the page?
Faint to your mind because you won't look
It's not about Old Glory; please read the book

The world is decaying
And you along with it
I'm tired of praying
Must I be explicit?

I know what you're thinking; Why try? What for?
So worldly, a sexual being like children before
You think you've come of age because nothing's pure
True insight eludes; yet you seem so sure

Look at me; old, tired and cynical
Searching for something so true; so lyrical
I continue to lift my pen; making my anger rhyme
While you embrace leisure; letting it rot your mind

The world is decaying
And you along with it
I'm tired of praying
When will you get with it?

Tomorrow has become last week, last month, last year
But anger is the chord and action the melody you refuse to hear
You take nostalgia and believe it's happening to you
Become the new voice; lead us; take us on through

Where are you my child?
The world needs you now!
I'm dying with my memory
It is your turn to face the enemy...

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laurafls 6 years ago

cool words


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acaetnna 6 years ago from Guildford

Gosh just how difficult is it to get a poem to rhyme and still make sense? Well you did exactly that and I also enjoyed the storyline.Thank Suburban Poet.


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aware 6 years ago from West Palm Beach Florida.

My mom is a teacher she teaches the lil kids. And we just talked about something along these lines. Many blame teachers or parents for the failings of the youth these days. I put forth these thoughts.We are so busy teaching our children reading writing and arithmetic that we have forgotten to instill in them a sense of destiny, honor ,and potential.We adults seem to have a hard time telling the future that it is them who holds the reigns . It is them that is needed most in life. Every child should be told that a hero lies within them.And that in their little hands rests the fate of humanity.Now many will say that that is a heavy burden to place on a child's shoulders .But i counter with this. It is better to prepare them earlier than to late for the weight of the world they will undoubtedly have to carry.

I always enjoy reading your stuff.

You have my ear and respect.

Ray


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Laura... thank you for the kind word...


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

acaetnna,

It's not so hard if you let your emotions become involved. As you do so well with love you could do the same with other topics; you are able to steer you happy feelings onto the page but there are other things you care about that are awaiting your attention...

Thank you as always... I appreciate you taking the time to follow me here...


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Ray,

I think you are right; even if they don't get it completely just having exposure to this type of thinking will plant the seed. I was just talking today to a man about music we listened to in our youth and Jethro Tull came to mind. Here I was being made to go to church with my parents while simultaneously listening to the lyrics of "My God":

"People what have you done?

Locked him in his golden cage... golden cage

Made him bend to your religion

Him resurrected from the grave... from the grave

He is the God of nothing

If that's all that you can see

He is the God of everything

He's inside you and me

So lean upon him gently

And don't call upon him to save

You from you social graces

Whoa oh and the sins you wish to waive... you wish to waive"

Written by Ian Anderson

It made me think very deeply about things yet it took DECADES for it to come out in the form of caring about things greater than myself...

Just keep the intangible topics in front of them about human rights and suffering and they will do something about it; but for now they just need to be made aware that it starts with each one of them...


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Jeremey 6 years ago from Arizona

enjoyed this with a smile on my face! Very nice, thanks SP!


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BobbiRant 6 years ago from New York

Great words and so stirring too. I enjoyed this from beginning to end. Thank you for sharing this.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Jeremey... thanks man... I was thinking one night about all the heavy lifting that had been done in the early 60's in terms of human rights advances and how we look around and everybody is on their PDA and just not really getting it... the work has to be continued or the the world will slide back to where it was... I don't think there is too much doubt about that....

Anyway I was giving the youth of the world a pep talk...


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Bobbi for reading and making such a kind remark. I was feeling adrenalized when I wrote it and imagined myself on the steps of some courthouse in downtown Austin reading this poem rather loudly...


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Neverletitgo 6 years ago from Minneapolis, MN

Could you believe that I enjoy your words every time I visit your hub, besides I do consider you as my teacher? Keep up doing your nice work and thanks for sharing.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Never... thank you again.. we all learn from one another... we see things from a different mountain and yet we are all common in our emotional depth. We just have to take the time to explore.

You have much to say too...


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leni sands 6 years ago from UK

I think maybe you had a tune in your head when you wrote this. it is quite lyrical.

I think it is a really good insight of todays youth, deeply stirring and conscious that today's youth are tomorrows leaders. Yes they need to wake up to their responsibilities. Well that's my interpretation, anyway. Good poem - keep writing.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Leni,

Thank you... I was thinking about Dylan and how he woke everyone up... there is a famous quote from Bruce Springsteen about how the opening drum snare on Like a Rolling Stone was like someone kicking in the door of your mind.... I wanted to bring that forward...


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

You always amaze me with your depth and ability to express it. This is sad, but eloquent; tragic, but elegant. Oh that words could heal!


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you again Nellieanna... I'm just happy you take the time to read and comment... I wish words could heal... all they can do is remind or soothe or assure I suppose...


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Our "folks" are somewhat defeated and our society breeds that defeat. We need heroes to stand up and tell it like it is. Thank YOU for doing that! God bless you. We need people of real moral fiber and not rhetoric.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Micky,

It's hard to stand up and risk your standing; in any age. They "point the cannon at you (Fogerty)" and there is so much fear that it's easy to get the mob to follow the flag being carried by liars and thieves. I love my country but that doesn't mean I have to love politicians....


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anglnwu 6 years ago

Nicely done. Love the refrain.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you anginwu... I like to protest in rhyme....


claire 5 years ago

hi, this is amazing


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Claire - thank you very much for such a kind remark.

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