Estudante da Revolução

+++ Our zoo very much has walls, and they are much too high for us to climb alone ...

I beg you my fellow man, let us not be like the gorillas that are locked in a cage. Let us instead be guerrillas of education and rage

Not blind like those that rape, pillage, and steal. But with the rage that makes us all so real

March with me my brothers and sisters, I promise you it is well worth the walk

Bring your boys and girls, bring your open minds, we must find a place to read and talk

I tell you, knowing that our zookeepers are not that kind,

That there is no need for shouting or blatant violence,

We must instead let no day go by in silence

We can teach our people together, hand in hand, person to person, and band to band

Take this poetry and show them... that guerrillas too can stand.

+ I had the inspiration for this particular poem as I pondered the current state of things with in our country. I just noticed that there are certain groups of people that are busy following and listening to the things that they are so used to hearing. For example the people that are so used to doing things one way, to only thinking one way, and then making the decision to treat that as the only way. The poem to me is a speech to the gorilla ( the person who is blind and does not want to see) from a guerrilla ( the person who is willing to fight and seek knowledge). It's far too common in todays world to literally overlook what is happening in front of our faces, simply because the people around us say it is not there. Does our world not turn because we don't see it ? Do our leaders of the world not sin because we do not hear of it on the nightly news ? To the gorillas no, because they will not look. But to the guerrillas, we have already seen. I say it with pride and conviction, our zookeepers are not that kind. One day they too will learn that they were the true gorillas all along...