I see the wrong in the world.In me, my anger grows.A feel a swirl of emotions flying, in my stomach.I wish I could fix the wrong.I want to fix the wrong.In me, I churn to fix the wrong.I fix the wrong.It takes time, years.But I still work, persist forward.I keep wishing for a better world.A brighter future.I work toward it.Yet I'm not one person.Neither many.I'm not an entity.I'm something you don't describe.I'm not good nor bad.I'm many things.I'm everywhere.I'm in the corner of every person.In some, I just exist as a little spec.In others, I barely survive.But in many, I shine bright
span>And they keep me alive.As long as they exist.I will persist.We will persist.They will persist.They are my army.