You know, I dislike politics
more than most people I know.
I just can’t wait to be finished
with all these stupid blog posts,
the rants I read on Facebook,
and the ads that crowd my screen.
They sound so much like children
on a playground throwing tantrums
who are yelling about some nonsense
which I, for one, can’t understand.
And yet, I can’t help thinking
that this price hardly compares
to all the beauty and the freedom
beneath the surface of this day.
Because that’s what today is, really,
a day when all who’ve reached eighteen
are allowed to throw their very own tantrum,
and the world is compelled to listen.
In this we are the exception
to the rule of human history;
it’s just so deeply ingrained in us
that it’s hard not to take it for granted.
And so, though our shouts be dissonant,
and our frustrations difficult to bear,
they form a song that’s truly unique and,
if you listen close enough, really quite beautiful.
So sing it out now all the more,
oh, sing it out.
*Photo Credit: Johan (Creative Commons)