Woven Strings

humanity

Staring wildly, as they pass.
Terror striking straight at heart.

Comfort ceases to exist.
Panic ceases her breath.

The stares burn into her skin,
Their filthy thoughts leave a scar.

Eyes gazing down, trembling steps fall,
Hands digging deeper into her pockets.

A whistle blows, a murmur follows,
Cackling jackals howling under the stars.

A voice was raised, and then a two.
A friendly hand crept, and then another too.

Together they stood, guarding against those wolves,
Power flowed within them, blinding those with it's glow.

Humanity was lost from the wild eyes,
Those were animals, hunting women like their prey.

The brave little circle, grew slowly,
They knew their rights, they would fight come what may.

Women were no objects,
To be treated like one.

Men are no animals,
But human was none.

Lesson were to be learned,
Monstrocity to be undone.

Women to be treated with respect,
And men to act human.

The changes are to be brought within,
Paying no heed to what the world may say.

Every human is life,
We all have some rights.

Stand up, raise your voice,
Let us all put up a fight.

To save humanity, to save those innocent lives,
Victims of the wild humanity, everyday.

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© AmyParkins
(20 January 2019)