Listen
the streets are humming with a truth too loud to bury.
A rising drumbeat
from the soles of the people
who finally say:
No.
More.
We won’t carry this poison in our lungs anymore.
We won’t swallow injustice like it’s the cost of living.
We rise
linked arm to arm,
heart to heart
a single force moving forward,
a single flame refusing to go out.
A force for peace.
A force for fairness.
A force that whispers equality
and roars it, too.
No more heavy hand of the man.
No more blood running down streets
where children should be playing.
No more brothers of color
treated as less than sacred.
No more stolen bodies, stolen futures,
stolen names.
No more.
Say it until the sky memorizes us.
We stand
unbowed,
unbroken,
a force to be reckoned with.
We refuse your threats.
We refuse your silence.
We refuse to pretend
we don’t see the wound
when the whole nation is bleeding.
In silence we gather
but never in fear.
Non-violent,
but never weak.
Our voice carries the weight
of those who were never allowed to speak.
Your guns are your courage
you cowards.
Your masks are your shields
thin fabric to hide the fear
of a world waking up.
Because we are growing.
We are rising.
We are finding strength in each other
in unity,
in compassion,
in the simple truth
that love is the greatest rebellion.
Strength for the weak.
A voice for the unheard.
A wall against tyranny.
This country may be divided,
but the people
the people are finding their power.
And together,
with our feet planted in the earth,
with fire in our throats,
we speak the words
that no regime can smother:
NO MORE.
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