I want to change the world. Want to change the way we think. The way some people think. I want to bridge the gap Between the nutters and the wholes The left and the right The present and past. I want to break my generation’s apathy. To understand how the babyboomer babies Ended up so indifferent. How the young hippies in communes Ended up aging yuppies in two piece suits Raising kids who Attach themselves to Ipods And detach themselves from the vote. I want to understand why good people believe bad things, why rapists go free and pot dealers get jailed. I want to understand why education costs 40,000 dollars a year and parents take out second mortgages and their kids still graduate thousands in the hole with a piece of paper to show for their trouble and no job. I want more people to question why The HMO’s cover Viagra And not birth control, Or psychiatric stays, Or more than one night in the hospital After a full masectomy. And so many people Don’t even have that. I want more people to realize That there are reasons, Editing, economy, institutional biases, Why 75% of the people you see on “Cops” Getting beaten and chased and patted down Are black, and poor, and young. I want someone besides an academic Sitting in his office in a pair of clogs and a Taiwanese-made sweater vest To notice that something’s funny with our laws, When white-collar, Ritalin snorting criminals in Prada suits Can buy an island with the money from their worker’s 401 k’s And give an entire town cancer to pay for the budget cuts That pay for the designer suits And all that results is a Julia Robert’s movie A month in a Ritz Carlton prison And a slap on the wrist. And we all shake our heads, shed a few tears, make a tut -tut sound and take Erin Brockovich out of the VCR and put Pretty Woman in. I want more people to wonder Why it is that Martha Stuart gets an ankle bracelet And the fourteen year-old selling small-time dope on the street Gets tried as an adult And sent to jail to be harassed and raped till he’s eighteen. And why when she’s released she goes right back to telling housewives how to make cute Christmas doilies out of their heirloom napkins and the kid gets released back onto the streets with a record, no money, and no chances. There’s something wrong here Something deeply wrong here. I want to do something. I don’t want to be just another liberal Shaking my finger at the T.V. Listening to NPR And talking about politics at the dinner table And going on my merry way, thinking I’ve done my duty. I want to change something But I don’t know how. I can’t do it on my own And I don’t know how to shake my peers Out of this catatonic state of ennui. I don’t want to have to wait until we lose The minds and the bodies of half a generation to the draft Before we find the will to move. If the government no longer needs Habeus Corpus Than why do we need to wait for the corpses? I want to make a long overdue Pre-emptive strike on this system Of capitalistic, militaristic, materialistic misinformation. I want to find a way To move myself To move a mind To move the world.