generation waking up poem

generation waking up

 

i hear their voices rise above the rest

sounding the march of history's quest

(a new generation, its breaking crest)

 

there is a movement amongst the many

a waking world, its birthing progeny

(they the ones who hold tomorrow's company)

 

freedom is that great spirit of liberation

sweeping through our world

it is the cry of revolution

a voice of hope and truth unfurled

 

passion is that wild soul-stirring

running through our streets

it is the force of a higher will

to which no resistance can defeat

 

chaos wails, but the future beckons

the long march hastens and quickens its pace

 

it is the time of a monumental transition

the great awakening of the human race.