Monday, June 11, 2007

Little Boy

I was at work the other day and I saw something that reminded me of when I was a kid.
A dad and his two kids.
The Dad said he only gets to see them every other weekend.
The little boy, 11
The little girl, 5
At least I think
Still too young to understand, they were happy
Who wouldn’t be?
The Dad had given them each thirty dollars to spend
I wonder if the Dad was trying to buy their love…
It may work when they’re young
It gets old at 16
I wish I could tell the kids
That divorce is not normal
I wish I could tell them
At times they may make it seem like it is their fault,
Yet the weak will blame the strong.
The weak will blame the young and innocent.
I wish I could tell that little boy
That a family sticks together
It doesn’t divide in two.
I wish I could tell that little girl
That she is beautiful
And always will be
I wish I could tell them to not let their parent’s failures
Set them up for failure
Yet, success.
Maybe I am wrong
Maybe their family works best when divided
But what works best out of its original intent?
What works best when operated the complete opposite of the original design?
So little boy
Little girl
Be strong

Our Generation

We want to change the world.
Not because everyone wants to.
But because it must be done.

We want to change the world.
Not because it’s the cool thing to say.
But because innocent people die everyday.

We want to change the world.
Not for the sake of heroism.
But for the sake of others.

We will stand up when everyone is sitting.
We will continue when people stop.
We will lead where others will not.

We are young.
We are ambitious.
We are no longer country club kids.
We are no longer confined to a typical 9-5 job.
We are no longer held captive by materialism.
We are a powerful generation.

We are willing to be poor.
So others may be rich.
We are willing to die.
So others may live.
We are willing to go.
So others may continue after.

We will start what no one else dares.
This is no longer a dream.
This is no longer a distant fantasy.
This is here.
This is now.
This is it.
A revolution.
Waiting
Not for one.
Not for two.
Not for 100.
But for a generation.

OUR generation.