It's fifteen minutes past 20:00. And I'm wondering what they're doing. Are the discreetly concocting a plan? Or do they strategize their next stand? The ones with a simple slogan. In a world abruptly awoken. And shaken in the wake. Of all the colored ones they take. Black Lives Matter. And it couldn't be sadder. That it's come to this stage. Where we now must rage. So remain steadfast. Honor those who have passed.