Squeeze

Squeeze   8/15/2013

I can feel it in the air

And it’s just like I figured

The fix is in

At least for now. 

At every opportunity 

The endless attack continues

Because some people refuse to grow

And cannot change. 

Not all men think the same

And not all ideas are equal

Because some things are bigger

Than how it looks

Or what we wish.

The day you know

Is the day you are free

Free to live as fully human

Without regret or shame.

Some people burn with hatred

And nothing on this earth

Shall ever quench it

No, not even money, power,
Or praise. 

They do not want fairness

And they do not know justice

Because they cannot accept any reality

Other than resentment and blame.

But to a man with vision

He can see it for what it is

A childish and infantile tantrum

From the shallow and the vain. 

In a world gone mad

Perhaps this is what we have

But inside of our hearts

The spirit should drive us on

To give what we love. 

In a thousand small ways

Even the good and humble

Can change the world

By their beliefs, their faith

And their courage.

Though the hands squeeze us tight

We shall be more than conquerors

More than enough

If we do what is right.

By meeting hypocrisy with truth

And standing fast in the trench

Offering up each one

All that we are

Without equivocation or apology. 

The world is dying

And with it comes the pain

Shuddering in the convulsions

To bring about

Something new.