Where are the stories of heartful voices

With zeal and real open choices

Without someone sticking in their heal

Pushing over a broken keel

Bending over with forceful posture

Demanding a timely roster

Waving arms in a fit

Because in their loins they cannot stand it

Where are the stories that challenge brow beating

Senseless rage and enforced seating

Where are the stories that sing from within

And not some mindless deafening din

I’ve seen it all and heard the excuses

Ridicules reasons for old bull uses

Of all those with broken hearts

Who lost their will to begin new arts

Cowards always play it the same way

As those in their hey day

So get up off your feet

And do it differently than all you meet