Marching Scholar

The dream deferred died and came back to me in the form of the word “rise”, It built a sentence with the subject as me and the verb as survive, That’s the unfortunate state of mind , Knowing that easy street money is closer to my eyes than the greater prize, I’m not a dark person, but I believe in zombies, Not monsters, But monstrous ideas once deemed unresponsive, Coming back to target those that spewed hatred where creativity palpitated, Unlocked greatness once latent and now blatant, I believe great minds withstand the test of time, And that killing self and popular doubt is the best of crimes, I write to set an example for the world to improve from, A voice for the unsung that children can bloom from, To promote positive literature, To free fellow scholars from problematic ligatures, To promote originality, acceptance, and mixture, To advocate positive fixtures, I know vocabulary does not determine if a man succeeds or not, But I’ve realized, it’s all I got, So I’ll shoot words in the air as flares, Let the world around me know the war I’ve declared, To defeat ignorance and raise a flag, That sheds light on the unknowing, and removes their doubtful masks