These words are no words of mine
These are no sights for every eye
But of the strong
The voices of men gone along
The very breathe of the wise alone
The yearnings of heroes on their own
Heads bloody, yet not bowed
Voices shaky, but still loud
And this one plea unifies them- C H A N G E!
They! We! The world too weak to speak
Seeks men and women alike
Who will stand for justice
Whose pores ooze out virtue like an orifice
Men of substance
Who live on purpose and not by chance
Who feel the heat but don’t retreat.
Who hear the shots, but don’t run into their huts.
From every tribe and every land,
Who know their God and remain strong
Who stand for exploits all the day long
And when the menace of ages loom,
These men act, they don’t assume.
Challenging the vices that plague their time.
They are rocks. They are the gold mine.
One step after another, they march
Though long the journey, they do not break ranks.
They! We! Are the change that we seek.