We cannot fix the world until we fix ourselves,
cut the flower from the stem, but nothing else.
Try again, start from scratch,
or maybe even back track.

Is there hope in a once dead flower,
even in it's finest hour?

I once believed in an inevitable failure,
my doom and gloom lifestyle,
put a damper on my life.
But after pondering for a long while,
I realized we have the power to fight.

We also have the power to retreat,
to hide from the evil before us.
But we also have the power to stand,
but instead,
we take a seat.

We cry from underneath,
the foot of our government.
We beg them for peace,
but we do not demand it.

Until we demand change,
until we demand bi-partisan negotiation,
we will be lifeless bodies with no voice.