We are young. What we do with the sparks of life given to us
is the question to which we must all answer. Not even death can cheat us out of
the mark we leave to the living when we die. Not chain of man nor affliction of
nature can exempt us from the responsibility of life. To live.
With each distraction we have adopted stranger purposes.
With every concession we make we trade more of our lives out for another minute
on the treadmill. Strange creatures that we are.
Men owe it to boys to show them how to live. Women owe it to girls to teach them how to lead. Because you see this struggle isn’t over by a long way. We have not put our hands on the robes of true freedom just yet. There is still a while to go, more walls to be torn down and bridges built before we can look at each other as more than equals but, brothers and sisters.
Men owe it to boys to show them how to live. Women owe it to girls to teach them how to lead. Because you see this struggle isn’t over by a long way. We have not put our hands on the robes of true freedom just yet. There is still a while to go, more walls to be torn down and bridges built before we can look at each other as more than equals but, brothers and sisters.
There is that light inside each of us. A voice so small
science can’t find and so great it won’t be silenced. It is that dream so old,
it is your first. Mine is an energy that tells me, urges and pushes me to
question. And so I ask you to show your light. Shine it out so you can see how
great you are.
We, the young are charged by the sinews in our muscles and
the synapses in our minds to be great, right here and now. At a time when it’s still
okay to plunder the poor and pad the rich we must not be afraid to speak out. At
an age where we calmly class and weigh one another we must not be afraid to rage.
In a world where we do nothing but wait we must not be afraid to stand up. And in
this place where death is certain by act of man or nature we must not be afraid
to live.
Namaste
