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