It's been awhile hasn't it. Sorry, but writing new posts is harder than I thought it would be.
Anywho, this is just a poem I wrote. It's kind of about how there isn't really a revolution or anything for kids today (my inner grandma shines through).
There's revolution in them
In their hearts and souls
The ache to belong
Pitter-patter of their mismatched feet
Marching on the ground
Pitter-patter trying their best to march
To the beat of the ones who came before them
Ones whose feet marched in time
To the the rhythm of the times
Top of the lungs shouting
Woodstock give me something
March on Washington give me something
Anti-war movement give me something
Environmentalists give me something
Movements, people give me something
More than we have now
Top of the lungs shouting
Give me somewhere to belong
Give me something to fight for
Chants back in unison
We can't give you our revolution
Our times have come and gone
Our people, our music, our causes
You want a revolution?
Yes! Yes!
Find it, make it yours
You want somewhere to belong?
Yes! Yes!
Here. Now
Make it yours
Race back to the here and now
Marching to the pitter patter
Of their own beat
Their own revolution
Their own times
You can hear the new melody in their hearts
If you listen, listen closely
You can hear the old ones too
~
Is that any good? I'm not really sure because I've never really done any poetry outside of school before.
Later,
K
eta : I'm reading this a year later (even though I really shouldn't be) and hating it. C'est la vie.
