The Trip.
Location
We ride along in fading daylight,
as the moon slowly begins to face us,
it speaks to us,
"go forth and show them!" it shouts,
But the impending doom we all feel can not be so easily dissuaded,
especially in our newly found darkness,
"we will be in town shortly" mutters the driver to his anxious passengers,
it is our first stop on the road to our rights,
rights that have been so selfishly guarded,
rights that have been coveted for longer than we can stand,
our rights,
my rights,
but as we pull in to town,
we realize a multitude of people waiting for something,
waiting for us,
waiting for the freedom riders,
the bus stops,
and the calamity commences.