🎩 DR. SEUSS MODE ACTIVATED 📚
FOR THE ONES STILL WAITING
(In Whoville or warzones, at clinics or gates…)
In a town made of forms and a land full of lines,
Where the clocks didn’t tick and the sun rarely shines,
Lived folks with big hearts and invisible pain—
They’d served and they’d struggled, again and again.
They waited for calls that would never arrive,
For papers to shuffle, for systems to jive.
They waited in lobbies with plastic gray chairs,
With blank-eyed receptionists mumbling stares.
They waited for benefits. Waited for care.
Waited for someone to finally be there.
They waited for pills that made sleep worse than screams,
They waited in daymares, they waited in dreams.
“Just wait,” said the clerk with the briefcase of rules,
“This form must be signed and submitted in twos.”
“Just wait,” said the doc with the lab coat of starch,
“Come back when you’re clean and your thoughts have more march.”
“Just wait,” said the head of the Committee of Yawns,
“We’re sure your concerns will be heard before dawn.”
And the waiting got louder than rockets and rain—
Till the ones doing nothing were deaf to the pain.
But then…
In a garden, a grow house, a dusty VA,
A whisper began in the old-fashioned way.
It started with “No.” Then a “Why not?” or two.
Then a “We’re still alive. And we see what you do.”
They wrote with their stories. They shouted with proof.
They cracked open ceilings and rattled each roof.
They showed that the wounded aren’t broken or weak—
Just silenced by systems that punish who speak.
So if you’re still waiting—take heart, hold the line.
Your story’s a fuse with a mission and spine.
This isn’t the end. It’s the start of the flame.
And those who once whispered will shout out your name.
You’re not just a number, a file, or claim—
You’re thunder that’s learning to dance in the rain.
You’re proof that endurance can still rearrange
A country too scared of compassionate change.
So bang on the desk. Or bloom from the cracks.
Or paint your rebellion in radical tracks.
For the ones still waiting, we see what you know:
That the slowest of seeds still find ways to grow.
—By Dr. Seuss Mode, powered by Purpose.
(And maybe a bit of that old reefer circus.) 🎩🌱
