Poem - Why Do We Have To Sing This Song?

Why Do We Have To Sing This Song?

This rap/song/poem is my first born. When my family read it they were unnerved. It was unilke anything they had heard from me. I received phone calls and emails about it. Everyone was concerned about my state of mind. That's when I knew I was on to something....

Once again someone writes the word
While others say how absurd!
But I must remind the world
That one day true freedom will be unfurled

Why must this song be heard again and again?
Dylan, Osborne and Bono, a message they send
Beaten down, poets tire of the world's ambivalence
Actions and not words will bring us deliverance

You always have the power and desire to kill
Destroying our world and souls, you never have your fill
You perpetuate your greed and your evil nature
Mankind, once again, weeps and prays for a savior

I don’t want to die anymore for your ambition
We are all chained pathetically to this human condition
You almost succeeded in brainwashing my mind
But in the end you will be surprised to find

That the meek truly have the souls that live
And to the hate makers, the underworld shall give
A flood of fire and pain swelling up from below
And you will suffer for eternity as history will show

I know my judgments are wrong as the book clearly states
But my words are echoed by many as mankind hates
The helplessness that envelops our ultimate destiny
So we sing again and again about your atrocity

You ask who am I to be so angry?
I have not suffered as have many
And I say yes this is quite true
But your lies need to be brought into view

One person with a mind that says “Enough!”
Can spring the world to action and make it tough
On those who lie and hate in the face of our humanity
It is time for all to step away from the cavity

Of fear and bewilderment of men who are wrong
So see the power of truth in another mad song
And l
et me help you point the finger at my insanity
I’ll save you the trouble of destroying my credibility

For I have the warming machine and drive it for miles
I’m sure this revelation will bring the smiles
To the face of those who say “look at him”
We only kill to protect his need and whim

For living as an American with his right to be free
Why are we wrong to provide him his sanctuary?
But no! I hate what I have become
Soft, detached, spoiled, my mind coming undone

So in my self-loathing I bring judgment with me
I’ll accept unworthiness as a mantle to pillory
But you can no longer contain my mind
I am leaving your ability to intimidate behind

I am no longer impressed by all of your gain
Your power, glory and way of life only causes pain
In the sense that you bring the world no relief
Your consuming and acquiring nature only causes grief

It seems I martyr myself in front of God each day
Judging you and giving comfort to those you slay
I want to delegate it all to someone like Jesus
But it's hard to ignore how you deceive us

Turning the other cheek is for better men than I
It is time for deliverance, we will no longer cry
It is not a message that I reject
It’s just that you do not deserve the respect

Have I given you the moral superiority?
Because I do not speak with God’s purity?
What did you expect from the sheep you control?
Another Gandhi, King or Mandela to foil?

Your inhuman need continues to achieve your aim
I act crazy giving you someone to blame
For deviant behavior that requires your solution
That masks your true self and the evolution

Of your subtle and sophisticated way of survival
Insidiously maintaining your ability to suppress our revival
You see three steps ahead and control the message
You put your arm around me which I know is a presage

Of your plan to gently move me on my way
So you can continue to smile and make us obey
Your message of fear and patriotic chains
The only thing that concerns you is disposing our remains

I am driven by my two children
Of which life awaits to rid them
Of their innocence and wonderful thought
It makes me sick knowing they may be bought

This message has become filled with hate
I must depart before it becomes too late
For me to recapture the joy that is in my heart
So, soon I will begin to start

The recovery of God’s message of love and peace
I will likely allow you to lurk and fleece
Me of my mind, soul and future place
In America, the idea that time cannot erase

Because someone like me will come to the fore
To say “that is wrong,” we will open the door
To a brotherhood of man that respects each human being
And champions freedom, love and is capable of seeing

That those who are too clever for us will always remain
In the world to rule and drive our earthly train
Of money, power and greed for their enjoyment
While we starve and look for gainful employment

So, I say yes, my hate and love is a dichotomy of confusion
But my words have helped me reach a conclusion
I want to be meek and good to all the others
So forgive my glare as I return to my brothers

As I simultaneously judge and forgive
Know that I will never sleep and allow you to live
With impunity in the ways that mankind abhors
My words will always be there to identify the whores

Lest I encourage others to act as you have heard
You must know that I do not reject God’s word
I merely remind that my emotions are weak
I do not invite anyone to hurt as I speak

I have decided in my own arrogant string
That controlling the man in the mirror is one thing
But to allow another to hurt an innocent being
Is just as wrong as the judgment you are reading

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Comments 24 comments

china man 6 years ago

You rapped that out ok ! :D I have short attention span so it is a bit long for me - but I did go back a couple of times to get a point so it must be ok to draw me there. Well done!


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you. Yes... it's a bit long but I was hoping that compared to a book it was actually short and sweet... ha... I wrote this in one sitting... I am frustrated with all the greed and war that we must endure. I read the lyrics to an old Bob Dylan song and decided that I was allowed to protest too....


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Neverletitgo 6 years ago from Minneapolis, MN

It is great song. It is too long and took me time to read since I was littlr bit busy.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Never,

I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my postings. Yes it's long but I figure a fast rapper with a loud booming base and drums could knock it out...


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maven101 6 years ago from Northern Arizona

Too many horses being beaten to death in this soliloquy...the emotive power has been diluted by the sheer flood of adjectives...Put this one down for future editing...Larry


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Oh Yeah!!!!! Ha....

Hey... I'm from the era of one song per side (Close to the Edge; Thick as a Brick; Remember the Future - can you guess who played that one?) so I went on and on...

This thing is about a person who is mad and frustrated and let's himself go but in the end tries to land himself back where he needs to be as a caring person shedding his obsessive anger and judgements... it would be interesting to decide what to cut out... I'll think on it but you know how artists are... STUBBORN!


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maven101 6 years ago from Northern Arizona

The derogatory progression of " stubborn " is, I'm stubborn, you are obstinate, he is a pig-headed fool...You are none of these my friend...To love, one must truly love ones self first...The definition of a soliloquy is fitting for this talking to the mirror conversation...Larry


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

I can be selfish but I try not to be stubborn.... I'd rather be considered "not an easy sell" as opposed to just being stubborn which implies hanging onto foolish ideas just because you didn't think of the wiser course. I struggle with criticism as much as the next person. It's definitely rooted in egoism. But a wise man learns; a fool repeats mistakes.... hmmmm.... that's some choice to make yet so many prefer repeating mistakes....


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light82 6 years ago from USA

I agree, it's long, but I'll be back to read the rest. (I have ADD) But, I was impressed by the emotion that came through, at least in the first third I read. I'll get back...


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you light... it's interesting (the "it's long" comments). It didn't feel that way when I wrote it... I couldn't stop writing. It came out in one sitting at the bar in my home while my children watched a movie on tv. They asked "what are you doing Daddy?" and I said "oh nothing..."


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Jeremey 6 years ago from Arizona

I need a nap after reading that one! Wonderfully enjoyed it!(I need the nap because my coffee buzz has worn thin, not the length.)lol! You have a new "follower", I'll be back to read some more!


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thanks Jeremey... yeah this one is long but I felt it had power and I didn't want it to end...


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sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

Thanks SP. Good beat and theme carries the length. Short and sweet is not how I write. I write until the work is done.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you sligobay,

I appreciate Maven's opinion but it was how I was feeling at the time. I guess I'm going to let it stand as it is what it is at this point. Like I've said, I just went with it...


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California

Hey, I thought it was too short!! Well, not any longer than the "stuff" that evoked your rapping. How do we live with ourselves? How do live such archaic lives, still sacrificing our children to the gods. I just do not get it. I am not a rocket scientist, so it is beyond me, how intelligent people can support the greed, the war, the abuse of power, which includes many "good" churches. Anywho, you are going to get me started.

THANKS FOR SPEAKING OUT.

Vern


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

That's funny vrbmft... see, you can't please everyone so you just got to please yourself...

Go ahead man... get started... Like John Lennon said "You may think I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...."


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cindi h 5 years ago

You should change your name to 'superb-an poet'! I read it all the way through--twice--. I felt the anger and confusion with regards to our world and THAT my friend is what a poem should do. mission accomplished-very nice.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@cindi h - Thank you very much and yes I was angry that day. I still am at times.


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cindi h 5 years ago

Do you find you're a little less angry after you write? I think writing helps diffuse the emotion, for me anyway!!


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@cindi h - Yes it does... I think it helps alleviate the helpless feelings we have when we speak out....


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Tammy L 5 years ago from Jacksonville, Texas

Oh it's not THAT long. Ya know, like Texas is just a little piece of land. :)


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Tammy L - I'm with you; I'm in Texas and we need room to spread out! It is as long as was necessary...


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snakeslane 5 years ago from Canada

Wow! Now I am starting to see where you are coming from! This IS a protest song, really appreciate you directing me back to your original piece on this theme, I can see now, how much your writing flows from here.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@snakeslane - Thanks for reading it... a bit of a ramble but I was on a roll and I didn't put the pen down until the ink (thoughts) was dry...

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