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A CALL TO MY GENERATION

by
moriba sababu

listen to their voices…
as they permeate the air with a brand of music
cognizant only to the youthful ear…
listen to their voices…
as they eclipse beauty in exhibitionist clothing
more striking than the colours of the rainbow…
listen to their voices…
listen…
unplug your radio…
turn off your television…
the news is all around you
there is no need for the packaged
allegorical innuendoes of
CNN… BBC… NBC… CBS… ABC…
tune into reality instead…
for today with puppy eyes
and thirsty brains
they gather around teachers in schools
while tomorrow they may dance around
our nation’s tomb…
listen to their voices…
listen…
is it not the torturous echo off our own…
when we too walked towards the mountain of adulthood
begging to be heard above the endless croaking of frogs…
listen to their voices…
not use them to extend our own
as we became a virtual extension
off a wooden generation…
listen to their voices…
listen…
don’t dismiss them like a nuisance wind…
it is a hurricane…
and we all reside in the eye…
listen to their voices…
listen…
listen…
or they too may commit suicide
like you…
and I…

© Ralph Boothe
November 11th. 1998

Published by moribascorner

Within the central heart of my writing... like the rainbow... I engender to reflect the multiple colours of man's nature... from the subtle inconsequential bland... through to a harsh biting grip, that can near tear at the soul of the eyes... yet when taken as a whole... can deliver I trust... the enigmatic elements of the rainbow... that seeks to soothe... and comfort... yet still find the illusive time... to tickle the funnybone...

22 thoughts on “A CALL TO MY GENERATION

  1. Wow…” listen to their voices” I got tears reading this and seeing the relevance of what is happening now and in 1998 when you wrote the poem. There were so many lines that spoke to me, and I enjoyed how you articulate them in your poetry. Thank you for bringing my attention to this beautifully written poem, Moriba.

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    1. Thanks for reading, and letting me know how much you appreciated what I had written so many years ago… and the relevance of the song you introduced me too: ‘Wash it all away (Explicit), by Five Finger Death Punch, proves to an alarming extent, that we are still not listening…!
      🇯🇲🏖️

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      1. You’re welcome! It was a breathtaking poem to read. I don’t think that we will ever listen, sadly. Everything is about personal agendas and financial gain…hidden intent and otherwise. I just hope my children’s children and beyond do not suffer because of all of the destruction. I grew up in a time when you could play until the street light came on, and the only catastrophes were natural disasters, like tornados and ice storms.

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  2. I love this line – “ puppy eyes and thirsty brains” – I’m looking at the passionate and more driven time of my youth. I should in fact listen to those who I once resembled more.

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    1. What you say is so true usfman, with time so many of us have become what we most abhorred in our youth… we have become a catcher of those who killed our Spirit, and today are intent on murdering the Spirit of today’s youths… the cycle must be broken, so a new, and fresh wind can blow…!
      🇯🇲🏖️

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  3. How beautifully worded, awesome 👌

    unplug your radio…
    turn off your television…
    the news is all around you
    there is no need for the packaged
    allegorical innuendoes of
    CNN… BBC… NBC… CBS… ABC…
    tune into reality instead…

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