Change

Change Change of society, people, pressures, power Change of lifestyle that forces us to be different Think different, Behave “politically correct”, When our people are crying silently, begging for us to change. Is it not the silence of our enemies, The expression of our people, The definition of our culture That makes us great? “For My People,” we should not be afraid of success Of passion Or spoken authority Of superiority Our people, his people, her people, WE… as a people. For if we do not act, break the chain of dissonance, If we do not run, run from the insolent voices, If we do not fight, fight for our people, If we do not change… then who will? Who will tear down the barriers of continual warfare, Oppression Humiliation Destruction? The moans of our generation, who instead of fighting Is sitting back waiting… Waiting for answers, Waiting for the call. The call of our leaders and political figures, From the humble maintenance man, to the resilient business owner, To the Teachers Preachers Artists Musicians. The call from leaders across the globe, telling us that change is HERE The change is knocking at our door, That change is around the corner, That change… Only happens when One soul finally stands tall, Opens the door and screams out loud, Loud for all to hear That it’s time to Change. We cannot continue this hereditary, generational curse Of leniency And nonchalance Or not taking action, Or not speaking our minds. Because change takes one time, And waits for no one. CHANGE