Its Not Over Poem by John Young

No more Crying
No more Fighting
No more Criticizing
Because I'm gonna change
I was a young boy that no one cared for I cried almost every day
I prayed that god would take me away from this dangerous place
A place that you are not granted to see the next day
I fight each and every day to keep my name alive
So many people try to end my life but mostly by word
So now I speak to the sky because god is the only one that
Knows why I cry
Why I fight
Why I get criticized about my life
But god changed me
He made me see and realize I will become someone one great
Someone who can help this unstable place
For instance you have black people not realizing they have joined the kkk
Killing off your own people
That's why our world rank is getting lower ever day
An another thing why did we even let bush run for president
he can't even speak perfect English
Lucky he has his people write this speeches
The only thing bush can do is write new slogans
To put more people in Iran
Hes a scam artist
But I say today its not over until it is over
Until they put my body six feet under
And on my tombstone says, 'John was a true soldier'
Its not over until the entire hurricane Katrina victims are fully help
Its a shame how they fixed the rich half of the land
And left the poor half with out giving them a hand
It not over until it is over
Not until I feel comfortable
That the next generation has changed
The definition of what some of us think about the flag that
Represents our nation
Red for the under cover cold-hearted murderers
Blue for the feeling of ashamed
Because we didn't pick the right person to speak for us
White for empty minded soul the ones who think they have nothing good to look for
But I say this right now
This very day
its not over until it is over
Until my heart stops beating not until my pen stops bleeding
It not over until your hearts stops beating its over not until your pen stops bleeding
For poetry is my last stand
until God says its over
I Will fight until the last man
Until Every country pulls together and calls it even
until we abolish the hatred and the thought of demolishing our fellow men and women
it not over until the world creaks open its shell and shows are true selfs
Beautiful