The oppressed

Remember the fallen
The hungry
The weary
For they hold the strength in the darkness
And in the darkness there lies their gold

Did you hear from the oppressed ones?
Did you hear the outlaw hoods became the outlaw hijabs?
Did you see the wall and the blood built within?
Were you the believer or the disbeliever?
Did you stand even when your heart was pierced?
Did you hide behind your skin and watched your neighbor being beaten by sticks?
The choices of your past is catching up to you, love will win and hate will always lose
The flower in the concrete became a tree
The thorns on the rose now soothes my skin
The darkness you gave me turned into a light beyond me
Watch us rise, the ones without voices
Watch our bruises heal us into advocates
Peace is our vision and non violence is the only anesthetic

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