Dont call me a Poet

It’s easy to construct words into poems.
It’s easy to assemble thoughts on to paper.
It’s time to turn those same words into action.
Twenty odd years this fire has been burning.
Souls destroyed, dreams shattered,
Children born then are now adults in their own right,
Yet treated as if they are still children mentally,
Even though they don’t look like children physically.
The rifles they carry on their shoulders says differently.
The Youth need a voice or else they will tread into the blind road,
Not knowing the difference of what is good and what is good for right for now.
They take up arms because that is what they have been supplied.
The rifle is the judge, jury, and executioner.
It’s also one of the quickest answers to the problems of life.
They won’t compromise because they don’t know what is right and what is wrong,
They won’t compromise because they need immediate success,
Rather than success built by a foundation for the future.
It is survival of the fittest, leaving the community prone to death and destruction –
Men, women, and children who just want to live life peacefully.
The words of poets agonize me.
I believe in action over words, work over thought.
In retrospect, I do believe that through positive words,
Action can truly be inspired within a person –
The rest is up to the person – to follow through and change the world.