The definition of life

What is life

But a sequence of events

That are joined together

Over time?

What is life

But a journey

That all must take

One way or another?

What is life

But different stages

Of growth being both

Physical and emotional?

What is life

But seconds and minutes

And hours and days

That mark the passing of time?

What is life

If not a collection

Of people and places

And memories made?

What is life

If not a pathway

From birth to death

Marked by footsteps?

What is life

If not faces of

Smiles and frowns

And random people?

What is life

If not pictures

Of frozen moments

Caught on tape?

Start the revolution

Look around yourself and see

The children, the youngsters -

The youth

That care not of anything

But themselves.

They don´t know of the world

Besides that that is portrayed

On the media and the box,

Some know some things

About some others

But they don’t batter a lash

Or a concern

For those who aren´t as they are.

Ignorance, selfishness, foolishness,

Laziness and lack of drive

All thrive together in these beings

That are the youth around.

So here is the proposition

To start a revolution

That will change the face

Of youthful ignorance.

Let the children know:

That those ugly pictures that flash by on the news

That are too upsetting to see

They are the truth in the raw.

Teach them to appreciate

To rebel against that that is

That shouldn’t be…

Why should one child live in luxury?

Whilst you need not go too far,

Just down the street,

To see a child in poverty.

Who is it that decides?

That some children should suffer

That they should starve

Be orphaned, be abused

And excluded from society?

When it is through no fault of theirs

That they are where they are?

So here is the proposition

To start a revolution

That will change the way

That lives are wrongly affected.

Horses in the wind

Galloping and free,

Eating miles away in minutes -

Never letting up in the race

That is forever set at fate´s pace.

Elegance and beauty;

A balance of power

To rival that which is thought to be perfect.

They move as they are born to

And forgotten are the rules

That man has selfishly created

And the fences he has foolishly raised.

They are what poets dream about

And what artists try to copy.

What man in his right mind

Wouldn´t like to be free

As galloping horses in the wind?

In the blink of an eye

Children playing in the playground

All and carefree

Not much in the world

Can blemish the picture I see; -

As the afternoon drifts away.

In the blink of an eye

Appears a gun

It´s a toy but still –

Black and shiny gleams

A symbol of the fact

That youth doesn’t remain untouched

And untainted by violence.

The child welds his toy

As if it were a sword

And although those bullets are plastic

They hurt with all they are worth.

He takes un-seeming pleasure

From the emotion and the power

That reign whilst the toy is in his hand.

In the blink of an eye

It´s possible to see

The man this boy will become

Only this time the toy is not plastic

And its bullets make real holes.

When the deed has been done

He will wonder

And question why –

Why no one stopped him and told him

That guns are a lie.

The power, the strength of holding it in your hand

Is not worth the price to forever pay: -

The dreams and nightmares of blood

Flashing before his eyes.

In the blink of an eye

He is back to his childhood form,

As the sun starts to set against the sky,

And he continues to play with his toy gun

As not a word against it is said.