The Youth Of All The World Poem by Marcus Czarnecki

Now all the youth of England are on fire
All the aged arrogance trembles as its death knell's echo close-ens'
Youthful faces yearning for a new world - eyes bright and hearts a-thumping
Craving a much more real world
From the Real to the Ideal Tending a vision of unparalleled dimension
As is felt in the heart
Unafraid to take it
To make it their own.

Now all the people of the world are seeking.
Not passive receivers of the pedagogue's manoeuvrings
No longer able to stomach the hypocrisies of fashionable rhetoric's vicious whispers
No longer able to live the lies
Or compromise
We are awoken and breathing - living a life of greatness
Daring to dreams ancient dreams revisited now since the remotest past
Alive now!
Never again able to be content with the shroud of shattered prayers
Or of wasted dreams
It seems

Thank heavens.

Now all the world is awakening into selfhood's proud nobility.
The time is ripe!
Maturing into peacemakers. Lovers of this earth and her peoples.
All, claiming the eternal, robust self of an undefeated human life.

Having waited for this precious moment - Oh! Time of time
And determined never again to walk quietly into any one else's ‘night'.
Without an all out fight
Against the darkness and her wretched forces.

Now all the youth of Europe shine with the greatest vision
Like a lusty Michelangelo - titanic sculptor -
Who -yearning for a peaceful world,
Hewing, carving from the ‘rock of ages'
That rock of human folly - with its certainty of global war.

A truly peaceful, robust living world!
Where predestined, predetermined war can exist No More.
Never again
No More War

Oh youth!
You teachers from the future are appearing
You sages from the universes heart appearing, .
In torrent after torrent - truly living.
Abiding by the promises you made
Appearing now in rhythm with the people

Noble youth in these precious Islands
Appearing one by one in time with life
Together - pledging victory

Nothing is more precious than life
Nothing more unfathomable than a person

A truly human being unique
More regal than kings
Your time has come

Listen to your hearts strings deepest feelings
That pounding echo for change is the sound of ‘time'
Do not waste your time or loose hope for any reason
You are destined to find it.
It will never pass you by.

Precious friends,
Patience!
The time of your mission has come.

My Master writes
Youth is not a matter of chronological time
Youth is the fighting spirit to exert and challenge oneself
To fight for what is just in this world.
You are the protagonists of a cosmic humanism which is just dawning A brand new age of the 21st century.
Please strive to do you best in your fields.
Centuries,
Tens of centuries have waited
For you to appear.

Together with you I will also do my best.
Lets dare to believe in our dreams


Written for the youth - a poem to protect the young people - all of whom have great missions for the future - not blowing themselves up as a sacrifice for their precious and beautiful religion