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

Copyright © 2021 Kayla Henry

The moral rights of the author have been asserted.

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