We hear stories on the radio,
what a shame they're the names that we'll never know,
'cause the news only choose
to share what not who
was affected by the criminals we never knew.
But we're not through with it,
we won't just deal with it,
we can't just heal from it,
so we will fight day and night for the right to be free
'cause we're not just stories on the radio,
we are people that the world deserves to know.
So we won't stop until they've heard every single name
of the people who died in the fight for change.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
