There are some things we question within ourselves.
Are we the ones that create the change or the ones who make it?
The founders of a deceased peace filled generation, that stands with a paper in both hands.
Screaming on top of our lungs.
“Stand and shout for the peace we deserve!”
By man the change can be made, yelling is a weapon of discretion.
Weapons in motion are seen as a peace token in most eyes.
But by our words and actions can peace be made.
Scream up you cancerous seed, for you will be the growth of mass destruction, that has already begun.
You feed your people dynamite and grenades from your beak of violent words.
For I am the one who remains in peace.
Silence, silence is what we need to conquer stillness on Earth as if it were fruitful land.
But we, oh us, find it more easier to open our mouths than just open our eyes to see.
That our thoughts are general poison to the land of what we titled the land of the free.
We are not free when we’re discriminated for who we are.
My not skins dark, so I am an uneducated millennial who uses handguns and unneeded opinions that deems dangerous for our current generation.
My skin is dark, so I must be dangerous and use everything in my power to cause violence, I am not listened to because the color of my skin that wasn’t really a choice, to begin with. But my skin is viewed as a reason to shot me when I am unarmed.
Even if we’re heard as innocent, someone’s opinions may say otherwise.
Where is the peace in this generation?
Who are we to judge another person?
What are you going to do?
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