My Choice, Their Voice
Hearts break, souls ache;reality is cruel my friend.
Sons die, Mothers cry;
on us they must depend.
Head in sand, or make a stand;
ignore it or stand & fight.
Rich, poor, child or mature;
equality, that's what's right.
My choice, their voice;
"Justice!" hear me shout.
One light, shine bright;
silver lining the cloud of doubt.
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