Rise

                                            

I am the hammer that misses the nail,

the match that refuses to light.

I am the sword that breaks in half,

the noose that refuses to tighten.

I am the call to arms that no one hears,

the bomb that will not explode.

Mine is the fist that will not clench.

Mine is the hand outstretched to help.

Mine is the voice raised in protest.

Mine is the silence, as I listen to others.

Politicians bicker and quarrel,

While in the distance, the fiddler plays his song.

It is up to us now, each one of us.

No one’s children belong in cages.

Parents, teach your children not to hate.

Better yet, show them how.

Together, we can change the world.