Shake the Dust.

I found this poem that I really loved the format of, and its performance is even more amazing then the way it is written in merely words alone. Go to http://www.wattpad.com/392468-shake-the-dust-by-anis-mojgani and see it for yourself. I am not the brilliant mastermind behind this piece, not this time. Here goes nothing:

SHAKE THE DUST-

This is for the babies,
for the minimum wage workers of the unions,
for the dogs neglected,
SHAKE THE DUST.
this is for the unreached people,
for the dancers,and the walkers,
for the shy girl who sits alone at lunch observing the peers around her,
Live every moment as if you had lived it so many times it has been perfected into its purest form.
SHAKE THE DUST.
this is for you, mom.
for upcoming musicians,
and for the underpaid electricians.
for the muscular men,
for the strong men that out-do the muscular ones.
this is for the graveyard shift mom who just wants to be home with her kids.
for her boss that employs her.
for the lovers
for the soldiers fearing for their lives every extra second of life they get.
SHAKE THE DUST.
This is for the youngest child,
for the rebellious,
for the inspiring teachers of life,
SHAKE THE DUST.
Learn from those before you, the mistakes you see magnified, learn from the prints in the pavement, compare them to the real thing now.
This is for you,
for me,
this is for the nerds no one recognizes behind the computer screen,
for the lives unlived.
SHAKE THE DUST.
This is for the killers
for the tears shed by those loved ones of the life you took
for the fathers
SHAKE THE DUST.
Listen, hear the words of those who come before you, listen to the emotions behind the lyrics, and listen for the deeper meaning in everything.
This is for the politicians
for the comedians that make light of all thats possible
for the drug users and abusers
SHAKE THE DUST.
Change your lives, the things you know are in need of changing, the things that hurt others, because you know what you do effects everyone around you.
This is for the male nurses,
for the ill,
for the boys told 'be a man, stop crying',
SHAKE THE DUST.
Cry, because you know its okay, because you know something is wrong, cry because you are the minority, cry, because you can.
This is for the 9/11 terrorists
for the firefighters that get cats out of trees,
for the branches of family trees that seem to be burning and crashing down,
for the underdogs,
for the akons of the world, because we put the blame one them
SHAKE THE DUST.
This is for us.