We are consumed,
The living fire that rages in our souls,
Banked and tended by the trespasses of old,
Fueled by the fresh and festering, new and sore.
The pains in our hearts. The chains our ancestors bore.
Those wretched chains, still linked and twined about ambition
Even after Iron and Brand’s abolition.
Deception and Tradition take their place
On a harsher throne she bares her grotesque face.
Equality’s luring mirage,
Family’s exhausting, painful memory’s collage.
They merge, and from them born
Desire, soon swiftly torn
Desolate island, drifting in fair fast hope,
Swept away by grizzled tsunami’s of tangled rope
Drowning, suffocating in putrid hate,
ENOUGH! Our voice will not abate.
Shakily we stand
Feebly, we join hand
Liquid bonds begin, between us, flow
Together, as a single breath, we begin to grow
Once again as a tangible form, we feel
We breathe, we hope, we hurt, we heal.
Mankind, our trust to gain
Mankind, faced with our arraign.
Presented with our dream,
Ears opened to our scream.
Through protests and great men
Our heart, gained a human beat again.
We took our place
Regardless of our race,
In a world still broken, yes
A world learning to progress.
A world refined by our desire
Our never ceasing fire.

Who are we today? What will we stand for? And why?
What is our cause? Where is our injustice? For what will we die?
Today, as much as yesterday, the world requires
Hearts, consumed by fires.
Where is our generation’s oppression? Where do we demand a change?
What protests may we arrange?
Look and find.
Life is cruel, society fierce and humanity blind.
Find a cause that kindles within your essence,
Revive a coalescence
Of mankind and brotherhood.
Stand on the ground where they once stood.