Let truth enter the light of day,
as the sun rises so will our voices.
Let truth stir our souls,
swim through our marrow,
rise through our chants.
"Am I next?"
asks a little one
holding a sign,
his wispy curls cover his face.
We march,
we chant,
our voices boisterous,
demanding change.
The streets transformed
into a sea of humanity.
This moment rings with
the truth of stolen innocence,
of fear and fury,
of memories of those
taken too soon.
Thoughts and prayers
no longer welcome.
"Enough is enough,"
we plea.
Silence replaced by conversation.
Demands urged to be met by action.
This moment
awakens a fire
within our souls.
The tide has changed,
we stand
shoulder to shoulder.
The noble fight begins in unity.
One voice,
one vision,
one dream.
