Commencement

It was a bright summer day in June,

Our class was set to graduate in 2004.

The skies were clear and sunny,

But commencement was held indoors,

For what’s more important than the color of your stadium’s grass

When we’ve got something to say

About the stains you’ve paid so handsomely to erase?

I grow weary of being told to sit down

And to listen to your consultants and your promises.

I grow impatient when we cry out “YES WE CAN!”

Only to have you mock the fire, spreading throughout the land.

Thank you for playing the game.

It is our turn to speak.

You had your shot.

It is our turn to show you

Why the future is worth fighting for.

The simplest and the oldest lessons endure.

In a world where everyone

Shouts for likes,

Mines for shares,

Sometimes, what we need to do is

Tune out the noise,

Tune into our soul.

He’s teaching, we need to be quiet.