It was before i stepped out of the room when i heard a heard voice calling my name, i was not even sure if my name was the one called and spotted from the crowd of wonderful and determined group of talented individuals.
I nearly actually forgot that i already signed up for a stand up poem reciting, it wasn`t a competition but it looked like one when every one who went on stage was as better than the previous one.
I struggled to understand what i actually had in mind before i start presenting my own short poem that i wrote within five minutes when i entered the stand up poem reciting room.
Every one seemed so content and that gave me the courage to stand, despite being scared what other people would think of my poem which was
“Hard times are coming
the beginning of the battle
soon you must tie your shoe lace
many comes with the same aim
shooting for your replacement
fighting is the sole way
I’m still too young to die
poorly the light of the future burns
ashes block our eyes
who is to clean the mess, the roads to clean
remain of the veterans,claim for their rights
their wishes and ambition died right after
who is to take the dying wishes to paradise?
i`m still too young to die
whoever tried, ended up in hands of the few
no democracy and rights to live
choices are made by strong people
that we follow what they say
they become fat for our works
production of our own we get nothing out of it
who is to protect our production?
I’m still to young to die
few take offices for the hidden interests
education look for a patriot to take
no one seems strong,to take it to the field
it is being used for personal stuff
is it really the meaning of it
tree fruits encourages many
knowing not that they are seasonally
many brave minds are blocked , who is to unblock them?
I`m still too young to die
some strength died for many blood
spirits that left them have no home
looking for a successor no one comes
fear of death engrave our rights
corrupt of leaders ,poverty prevails
revolution is the solution
new faces on the island,.save us all
who is to take us all into that island?
I’m still too young to die.”
Well, afterward the crowd clapped at last, thought it was lame for every one to ditch the truth that we are all living, the truth that we do not owe anyone anything but ourselves.
Time to letting ourselves stand and fight for what we believe in instead of fighting so hard to achieve someone else dream, it feels irresponsible pushing someone too hard towards something they do not often get along with. The reality will always prevail, you cant grow seed on the tarmac road is the truth and that will never change.
Its time to stand up now and do what makes you happy, remember, we all are too young to die, Live your moments, its either now or never.