Ring. Ring.
It’s time to get up.
It’s time to get going.
You long for real change,
but the sand keeps on flowing.
You can theorize progress,
quantify pain,
but the hourglass whispers—
inaction’s a chain.
You data-analyze
And armchair-philosophize,
but there aren’t recline pulls
For the beams in your eyes.
Maybe there was a time to rest
with ruminations and lore
But now the world needs
IRL renderings of human rapport.
A generation needs us
To put feet on the ground,
for valor to echo,
not just circle around and around
And around…
Let’s let go of lip-service,
put our hands in the dirt
and get out to plant the seeds
fear and entitlement can’t hurt.
Leave the chair empty
bring passion in full
We have unique gifts
to spot wolf from the wool
Vacate our safe spaces,
but arrive soul-intact—
with discernment to see
what love never lacks.
That child desperately needs us
to stand for them out of our chair
Put our thoughts into action
While there is still time to care.