Wednesday, August 3, 2016


A reckoning for the world
A quickening for the people
With nothing
But wounds and the wounded
To guide them
We are the broken
We are the bleeding
We are the lucid
Who know what has been done
It is time
We know it is time
For a change
The door has been open
For so long
But no one listened
Until now
It is time
And we are going to be
And achieve