thoughts, prayers,
likes, shares
walks, signs
March cries
another child dies
moment by moment
ticking by
each sign
artfully devised
stomping grounds
BOOM
BOOM
stomping grounds
BOOM
BOOM
for
C
H
A
N
G
E
rise
millions of feet
BOOM
BOOM
stepping in time
BOOM
BOOM
history made
side by side
words, posts,
pics, pokes,
shots that don't kill
sticks and stones
but words
never
hurt
or do they
hurt
just enough
to do the damage
needed?
if love were a weapon,
what would it look like?
if peace were loaded
like bullets
into chambers
when it fired,
what would it sound like?
what is our fight?
our mission?
our position?
tactics?
purpose?
ignition?
oh fire
oh hide
oh run
don't die
whose pride
whose lies
whose fear
who's left
to unwind
these threads
we've weaved
tangled
mess made
consequence paid
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM