Ode.

Come. Let us make noise and be proud.

Come. Let us be from everywhere, from under the cloud.

Come. Let us rejoice and climb the mound,

And be soft like a lullaby, a meaningful sound.

While trying… trying to stand aground.

Come. Let us unite and make a choice.

Come, All hands raised; the new worlds hoist.

The power within one voice,

Is more disturbing than all the wrangling noise,

Strife and sovereignty roaring at times lacking poise.

A Youth? Art thou!? And yet you bow?

Let the old ways advise and the new ways guide,

But NEVER doubt your internal side, do not disguise.

Come! Let us teach.

As brethren, you and me

And reach a peak that has never been reached,

And breach the breach that has never been breached!

Working to live on beach? An inner city ghetto? A mountain peak?

Development will only go as far as you reach.

African, Asian, European, American, etc. will never stop being.

So as you sit silently and the world cries in and out violently,

Know that between you

And me

If we never try or never speak,

Then this world will never truly BE.

A formative youth, with a determined mind,

In time the ideas will unwind,

But don’t let time be your guide.

While you stand idly astride

And give what was meant to be,

A chance to live a fulfilling prophecy

Your ode to humanity.