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Scout on Wasted Potential

Where does it go?

For years I sit and wonder where it has traveled

To what ends has it walked

In what oceans has it swam

What blood has it watched drip into streets

With nothing but a tear

In acknowledgement

The potential

That I was congratulated for

Told I was superior

Told I was meant

For something greater

But the definition of greatness

Is chosen by them

Without fail, it is and always will be

Money…

Their definition

That decides what humanity is

That decide who

Deserves humanity

That decides who is human

Their definition

That decides what intelligence is

That decide who

Can be intelligent

That decides who is intelligent

Their definition

That decides what success is

That decide where

Success must be achieved

That decides who is successful

Their system

That keeps you

Sitting…

Silent…

Scared…

But never

Successful

Their system

That pushes you

Slowly

From your path

To theirs

Their system

That gets you to tell yourself

That somewhere, down the road

You will speak for your people

You will fight for your people

You will die for your people

But until then

You shall sit

Sit and wait.

Sit still, sit quietly, sit obediently.

Sit until you forget the feeling of your legs touching the ground.

Until you forget the purpose of your misery.

Until you forget why you listen to droning lessons.

Why satisfy those undeserving?

Why wait for the world to recognize you?

Why wait to recognize the world?

Stand and wait.

Stand stiff, stand strong, stand uselessly.

Stand because you have a duty to the world.

A duty to the people without power.

A duty to the land without strength.

A duty to the government without purpose.

Without you, they fall.

Without you, they disappear.

But until then, you shall sit.

 

(Qur'an, 2:286). لَا يُكَلِّفُ اللَّهُ نَفْسًا إِلَّا وُسْعَهَا

"God does not burden a soul with more than it can handle"

 

You would not have been given shoulders

If you couldn’t handle

The weight of the world

 

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