Voice to behold, is a voice to be heard
To have such will, but not to apply now
Would be a fate, which holds no chance to learn
As to be present now, while mind say ciao

To have found my voice while seeing first hand
Of those with views that vary from my own
And the winds of time shift all of man's stand
Of that which holds false fame of the unknown

To pass the words among us all, be right
I've seen thy mark brought by such act of help
To ask questions that guide one through the night
To tell thy peers to set on what is felt

To guide those who have lost their way today
Is to change one's life, if thy see it may

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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