The message of this generation
The musical soul of a crippled nation
Our voice is loud and from the hard life
Critics who don’t need another taste of strife
The kind of struggle you have been through
It might or might not have been like mine
Were we sitting comfortably on our couches?
Pleasure and pain stretch our minds
Folks live differently outside
Our local sub-culture shows us one side
Yet people elsewhere hurt, they cry
And they share a joy, a broken community’s high
How would we know if we listen to
Those narrow-minded thinkers
Who live stuck in cultural ruts
Who aren’t allowed to disagree with us?
This party just can’t get started
There’s too much at stake in the garden
That is, if you consider our society
Of the “worth saving” variety
Copyright ©2002 Andrew Jack Rhodes
Andy Rhodes Poetry 