Times, They Are a Changing
Insanity running rampant
inside my head again
another fun filled day
as I try to understand
consistency has changed
as status quo fades
that which was is not
the future is unclear
we never understood
things the way they were
yet many seem to think
they can predict tomorrow
changes, whispers to shouts
crying out to be heard
in suffering and despair
and slowly there is change
the cries spread rapidly
the voice seeking freedom
the fires of revolution burn
and the pace quickens
will it be religious regimes?
or secular democracies?
or a new face to old ways?
or will force win out?
only tomorrow knows
and all the world waits
watching the events
breath held in anticipation
status quo has shifted
the old set pattern changed
I will watch and wait
and hope to understand
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
But doesn't history repeat itself? Is this the first revolution? Of course we can predict. Well, I cannot, personally, but those who are scholars may...those think tanks, those specialists. They may see this as "more of the same that we've seen before". To us, it may be new.
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