Find the slot through which all rot has flowed.
For too long doubt has been in our souls.
Headstrong in the wrong dimensions.
Bludgeoning when we should be building.
Eternal silence will be scolding.
Transfixed on that which we cannot change.
Past is written but future can be adjusted.
Correct that which has been derailed.
Communication can fix this world.
Unite against pain unfurled.
You and I stand against the banned.
We as one can hold out our hands.
Us is how we can be grand.
Damage done won’t prevent a changing wind.
Cooperation can withstand all attacks.
Resist bribery to reach new heights.
These sick few wish us to succumb.
We must refute all they brandish in hand.
You and I stand against the banned.
We as one can hold out our hands.
Us is how we can be grand.
Wound in positivity has been located.
It can’t be filled but it can be satiated.
Held at bay so we might grow to be what destiny once dreamed.
Society turned away from being damned.
We prosper as we go hand in hand!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 