We are the voice of many,
Tall and small, oppressed and free,
We sing the chorus of tiny hope,
But roaring strong collectively.
We slump through our days in stupor,
We walk in a daze as if drugged,
But at night we hear the whispers of change,
The strings of our hearts are tugged.
We see others silenced and fearful,
They live in a cave full of mould,
They choose to never come out to the light,
They choose to stay shallow and cold.
We are the flesh of this land,
We cannot and will not run.
Here we will stay,
To fight to the day,
Our faces glow in the warm sun.
1st December 2016