Doom,
That is all I see.
The writing is on the walls,
The voice scream the warnings.
Bones will be broken,
Blood will spill.
We will fall.
They attack us trying to live,
They attack us trying to make this world out own.
We are the future and they are poisoning us.
It is kill or be killed,
Made clear that our existence in not welcome.
All I can see is fear,
Fear they use to drive out attackers,
Our fear that causes us to run.
We are doomed,
The fight seems hopeless.
They kill us in school,
Kill us in our homes,
They will kill us in the streets.
Their narrow minds can only see out destruction.
I pray for our deliverance.
We can only stand so much.
How much longer will we have to stand before getting help.
How much more peace can we push before succumbing to violence.
Violence is evil by nature,
No one should fear for their life.
I fear for life,
Safety,
And our future.
They kill our support,
Call us inhuman,
Tell others what we are without giving us a chance to speak.
They call us inhuman so people won't take a second glance as we are hunted for sport.
We are either too young,
Too uneducated,
Or too quiet to do anything.
They drown out our cries with their fear.
Blood will fill the streets,
Ours or theirs,
By hands of us or our neighbors.
I condemn violence as we are not animals,
But where should I stand when they won't listen to reason.
Where should I stand when that is the last option for my safety.
Where should I stand when that I my last option for life.
No human is truly evil,
Dilutional, manic, out of their mind?
Yes.
Scared, angry, worried?
Yes.
Power makes people go out of their mind.
You need a roof to keep order.
You need different mindsets to keep moving forward.
If everyone thinks that same where would we be,
Running in circles.
We need people from all sides.
This is less of left vs right,
And more wrong vs right.
No people should be oppressed,
They should be able to live and grow,
Not hide in fear of what people would do.
Unless it is hurting other why should it stop?
If it's helping people why should it be killed?
Why does anything need to be done just for your comfort.
In a world where it is kill or be killed,
Do harm to others before they do harm to you,
Where does the love for people,
For the human experience,
Fit in?
In this world I will do by best to not be killed,
And I will never knowingly kill.
For peace and justice need love to work.
