Protestors line the streets, wielding signs of Diminishment as we march.
The colors draped on our shoulders protect us.
They are the shields that bind our society together.
The colors show that we are a family, and we will walk through fire for our people.
We will withstand anything together and we will stop at nothing.
The protestors are nothing but minds scared of change.
Bodies scared of influence.
Souls scared of reality and abnormalities.
Scared of us, behind that mask of hate is fear.
And we, with our many colors, walk through it, and leave a trail of fire behind us.
The fire, of our love.
