I struggled to write this–
The words won't come clear.
Each day that passes
I feel increased fear.
Children are taken,
Others shot down.
And while I am yelling
No one hears a sound.
The world just keeps spinning
As a country implodes.
The rich keep on sinning,
The poor drown in these woes.
A man who has less
Always holds out a hand,
But the man in the suit?
Strikes him down where his stands.
They told us to vote
In our local elections.
When our choices aren't liked–
It's deemed insurrection.
So to the streets we go
With signs and to chant,
But no protest is peaceful,
Don't you dare announce your stance.
How many must we sacrifice
For simply doing the right thing?
The revolution won't be televised,
But the atrocities will so it seems.