art source: Anon
Bring out your voice
We have no choice
We can manifest change
Rid the world of the deranged
Don’t be the one to cower
Take cover when it starts to shower
Be the one soaked to the bone
Whose stamina stands alone.
The wind howls, the branches creak
This world it seems, is not for the meek
In times like these might’s in demand
No choice but for you to take a stand.
Tricia Schwaba, 2020