8th
Grade
Educator:
David St. Peter
Bismarck
I like to talk about things
that make people uncomfortable.
Like endangered species and
our corrupt government,
How we’re killing our planet
and all anyone seems to care about is money,
I ask: how can one person be
worth so much when so many people have so little?
Not so many people like to
talk with me,
People think I’m a downer; always
being so gloomy.
See I like to talk about
slave trades still going on in our world,
How refugees are trying to
get away from war zones,
About how we close our minds and
our borders to them,
How we trade so many lives
for our own feeble idea of safety.
Maybe we could be more
helpful if we redefined ourselves,
What if instead of sitting on
a couch or looking at a screen our idea of fun was to help?
To put our efforts towards
dying things,
Not just people, but
everything?
Dying people, dying breeds,
dying plants, dying ideas of love and compassion.
Our dying planet.
The more I talk the deeper I
like to go,
Like peeling the layers of an
onion,
The further I go the worse it
smells,
The more you start to cry.
Not because I’m a downer,
But because I’m only 13,
My next few years of life
will swamped and busy,
All about me and those few
around me.
I like to talk about all this
because it’s the least I could do,
Five minutes where my life
isn’t all me,
Five minutes given to those
who have so few,
Five minutes to inspire
someone else.
Because I keep hoping,
Hoping that if I talk about
it,
If we talk about it maybe,
just maybe, we can change it,
If we can change it maybe,
just maybe, we will.
Yes, I like to talk about
things that make people uncomfortable.
No comments:
Post a Comment