Onward

It's the time for tomorrow,
The tomorrow of change,
Wet eyes with coaxing gazes,
Bleeding words and angry faces.
Not again, it's soon to go.
Get up, you. March. Move.
Lend a hand, show some grace,
Get up, you. March. Move.
Soon there will be silence,
No speaking till you listen,
Listen to the silence,
As it tells you what to do.
My voice will play then,
In your head.
Get up, you. March. Move.
Oh, it's not the echoes,
It is not your conscience,
It is my voice. Her voice. Our voice.
In combined force, in togetherness.
We who own nothing,
We who eat what you choose,
We whose misery serves your diamonds,
We who stay out of your lives,
We will scream into your head,
Get up, you and make a move.