Worn, tattered hearts continue beating as one
As the piercing rain crashes upon the ground
From the dark looming shade consuming the sun
And against the rush of silence- they dare to make a sound
Once pawns, laid out upon a checkered board
Set to oppose by invisible lines put by devious lies
Corrupt rulers prospering as peasants warred
Misled by internal fractures and broken ties
All while the few laughed from above
Nearly a sorrowful tale of blind ignorance
Until truth was found within ash-covered embers
A single unity to break past all difference
A single foe on which to unleash a final wrath
A single battle worth being remembered
Fuse sparked and Time had begun to slip away
The elite sent out hatred and apathy upon hearts and ears
The people massed together to pave a path to a new day
Forced to confront festering doubts and blooming fears
The lion pride revolts against the wake of vultures
Against corruption, Against lies, Against hate
People of every color, religion, gender brought together beyond cultures
For freedom, they are no longer willing to wait
Cutting spending on social services and environmental policies to clear the way for those who could afford it
Slashing taxes for a few, regulations for the mighty, any protections for those who dare to speak
Raining fire upon ruins with a boastful shout, painting the future many shades of bleak
But
Rising from those flames is a smoke
Seething with passion at every cruel act
Within every heart beating as one, a beast awoke
Beneath the piercing rain and dark looming shade
Emerged from the checkered board
Against the rush of silence they now dared to make a sound
And begin a war
Fought not with guns and steel
But with what matters and with what’s truly real
The song of every forgotten soul
Wailing through deadly night
Seeking to penetrate the veil and release light
How long?
How long will they be forced to sing?
How long will they sing to deaf ears?
How long will we sing to deaf ears?
Now begins the new year
And unto it, we must be reborn