The only thing I could see to do was to write this poem whilst I stayed up all night waiting to go vote, feeling the vibes out there on what will be, in all likelihood, the most historic day of our lifetime as a country so far. So I am posting it now at the start of the festivities, and I hope that for someone out there it can add to the experience of their day in some small way.
Thank you for reading this and let us go do that which must be done now.
Do you hear the people sing?
When they see fit to open their mouths
they silence all the dire-ists’ doubts
they only hear the flaws, as singers do
maybe sometimes they forget to breathe, and even miss their cue
It may not always be your thing
but do you hear the people sing?
from B to C is quite the switch
the string’s approaching perfect pitch
set your cells to only vibrate pure
the noise recedes to raise the new orchestral overture
The whole tone scope starts opening
Now do you hear the people sing?
failure is just needed learning
to chew on while the peg is turning
Recognitive ignition now, not soon
the past is just itself, and now the string is nearly tuned
It may just cause your ears to ring
when first you hear the people sing
we’ve spent a lot of time between
the notes where harmony ain’t clean
but all of us have waited long enough
to polish up the diamond lyin’ cryin’ in the rough
Not sure what it mean or what it bring
but I think I hear the people sing
the chordal change is coming fast
diatonic for the troops at last
as recent signage further indicates
the tuning fork is in the road, and it accelerates
Lip sinks low but calm is king
Just listen to the people sing
such Shift is often boldly writ
and can inspire aftermyth
but static’s for the attic, not the trunk
and besides the roof and half the deck came off sometime last month
So I left to tune the turning string
And hear the mighty people sing
j.chase
6:21 am
11.4.2008