DIVIDED WE FALL
When they die, I Cry. I look to the sky for a reply but, all I get is another sigh. No hope, no help, no cease, so no peace. So they go to the streets but, their demands they will never meet.
Oh window dressing and suppression to stop the their aggression compounding more than this sentence with infiltration, manipulation, peaceful protest defeated by looting and riots, as they muddy the waters. Flooded with so many issues that the original focus is lost in the translation. Followed by no real stand out leaders at this time; it's the blind leading the blind. 50 million signs with 50 million different lines.The movement becomes hijacked.
We need to unify or quite frankly they will continue to die. One voice will carry further then a million random noises. The free need to fight for those don't have true equality. Those pushed below the status quo, need to be raised up on every level so we all stand at the same level. So then and only then can we continue as one.
United we stand... and the rest you already know and if you forgot or were never really taught. It's the title of this story and of what I hope ends up being a happy one.
by the unknown sith