(poem) Rain [Phoenix]
2005-11-04 -- 4:47 p.m.

I know this starts out with the same four lines as the Poetry collab, but when I wrote those four lines, I got inspired to write a whole poem, and heres that poem:

Raindrops are doomed to fall,
On hot spots where I can call,
A new generation on the prowl,
To stop and hold still, just stall.

Just like all the others from before,
Who withered, and just fell sore,
Who were worth so much more,
If ever you knew their inner core.

And even though it's very late,
You can still set a new date,
For this new generation's fate,
We're all here just to wait.

And we're waiting in this rain,
And we're feeling all this pain,
Ignored, forming a new stain,
That is doomed to forever remain.

Even though this is modern democracy,
We all call this blatant hypocrisy,
And they all think it's their legacy,
Their right to a subjective dynasty.

We know the truth, all the lies,
We spread the truth in our cries,
All this deceit, it needs to die,
We need government in which we can rely.

And so there are those who speak out,
And then there are others in doubt,
But it's time to get up and shout,
Oil, money, and greed is not what life is a about!

So grow your own better food,
Throw out this paper money, crude,
Be nice, don't be rude,
Recycle and keep a good mood.

Because this is for the poor,
Who deserve so much more.
Because this is for the gay,
Who aren't at fault for being that way.

Because this is for the jews,
Who were taken from their houses,
Locked up and killed like mouses,
Who were stripped of their rights,
And killed if they were to fight.

So it's time to stand up and fight,
With every single ounce of might,
And do what you know is right,
Because they'll come and lock
Us up and turn out all the lights.

-Raederle Phoenix West

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