Singing louder
As the train of horror rolls by.
Singing prouder
To drown out malevolence.
Frozen from action
As you stand with the masses
At the hands of scared men
cradling weapons-
Dirt coats your knees
If only you knew
That by standing in unison
They'll become the few.
The good can't stand tall
Without strength in their backs
And evil prevails
While you sing by the tracks-
and so it shall vanquish
if good does not act.
by Kayla Henry
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