Another old poem, I wrote this around September/October 2016.

We live our lives as if we were soldiers,

Do what we're told and we won't get hurt,

But what if, what if...

I decided to say no?

What if

Somebody yelled no at the top of their lungs.

And screamed out

Everything they believed in.

Would they be shut out

And treated like a criminal?

Or would they start a new age.

Would we, the underdogs,

The misunderstood,

The mistreated,

Stand by them,

And yell out that words

That sit in the depths of our hearts?

Or would we hide,

Behind our shields in the form of screens.

Leaving comments on posts,

Thinking that's the only way to take a stand.

It's not,

Your mouse is not a gun,

And the keys on your keyboard is not ammo.

Your mind is the gun,

And your voice is the ammo.

So stand up and fight back,

To the people who try to hide us.

Fight for what you believe in,

Fight for your hopes,

For your dreams.

Stand up, and scream until your voice is gone,

And no more words come out of your mouth.

Will you stand?

Or will you continue to live

In an unfair world

That will never understand you?

It's up to you to decide.