It is by unreasonable expectations

that the entirely of the earth would

fall so low.

 

The way the world ended happened like this;

 

Slowly, slowly, slowly, a drop, a trickle, a splat.

 

But then.

 

There was no beat,

Nor drum,

No alto tone

Nor a place to go.

 

The sun has stopped his shine,

the moon her glow.

there’s no whistle in the air

an eerie silence in the grove.

 

There’s a satisfaction of eyes

who know exactly what they’ve done,

and a peace of mind from those

who have left their songs unsung.

 

There are some who have it worse

who cower in fear or pain

and others who feel scared less frequently

like the sporadic rain

 

I myself feel it all at once

I feel it like the breeze

that a man who simply

shouldn’t talk, is a man who will lead.

 

I am not the voice of the fallen few

who died just for their race

but I make a choice every single day

to be strong; to be loud; to be brave.

 

And if I could change the world I would,

I’d make it safe for all

But until then we all have to fight

for equality; both big and small.