No longer silent are the voices long oppressed by society. No longer the screams of the tortured are ignored by a blind eyed nation.
We will rise, we will fight, we will stand up for what we know is right, what we know this world needs even as a cheeto in power sells the rest lies.
The children being hurt will have someone there to speak with, they will be heard. The weak are stronger than one may believe, we are stronger than even ourselves think, so we can rise, conquer.
Get up, speak loud, shoulders back and head up high, hand in hand and screaming over every voice that dares try to talk over our long ignored and brushed aside cries.
Kids have seen darkness that many fear in fairytales and dreams, those who seem to have much used to have none and clawed their way into a comfortable yet gruelling stride.
Jobs taken, houses broken, families starving, people struggling. When will it end? It's endless, timeless, continuing on a cycle, but no that does not mean that we've given up yet.
We will continue to scream, continue to walk every step higher to improve and finally leave behind the broken floor beneath us, crumbling away into new land, new hope.
Hope will rise, we will be heard, we will prosper.