Though The Radio Won’t Play It
There’s a beat, there’s a flow
Hear it wherever you go
Hard to find, but it’s there
And you’ll find it everywhere
In the town, the city
In the entire country
And the park, and the street
Resonating to the beat
In the ground, in the sky
In the traffic passing by
When you stay, when you run
It is within everyone
First it starts, then it ends
To begin over again
Never stops, never dies
Though others may pass it by
Ignorant, unknowing
But still wishing they could sing
For a while, they’ll return
To the music we all yearn
Not a tune, not a song
But you’ve known it all along
Not a pitch, not a tone
Just never being alone
When you dance, others too
The whole world dances with you
Move your hands, move your feet
To this invisible beat
All your friends, enemies
And strangers along with these
And the poor, and the lame
You’ll find they all dance the same
Not your birth, not your skin
Not the clothes that you are in
All the same, no small range
The music will never change
Any time, wherever
Listen and dance together
Open arms, open heart
And you’ll never be apart
No worry, no danger
In dancing with a stranger
You are one, through the beat
With every person you meet
All human, all alive
All with some reason to strive
Forget self, forget cool
Dance around and act a fool
Who would blame? Who would care?
Once they too are made aware
If they can’t, never mind
One day they’ll respond in kind
Not just them, everyone
Before this music is done
No hatred, no sinning
Just back to the beginning
With a beat, and a flow
That’s heard wherever you go …
Then it stops
Then it ends
And there’s no more wounds to tend
An echo
That shall cease
And the world might live in peace
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Amazing!
Glenn McCrary™: That was an amazing poem although I was offended on the lines when you said: And the poor, and the lame
You’ll find they all dance the same".
But good job though. :)