Rise

This passion burns deep within me.
Rattles my very essence.
As souls are stripped away
By the evils—the demons of this world
It pains me to watch
As the flames rage within me
I cannot—I will not keep silent

When did humanity come to this?
Using another life
For one’s personal pleasure
Destroying another life
For instant gratification
When did this become okay?
This is not what life was meant to be

I am tired of laments, curses
Against your name for these atrocities
When it is our own wickedness that births this evil
When it is my own self, my pride, my sin
That brings death
You are not the bearer of sorrow
But one of joy and salvation

I cry out—screaming,
Inquiring when this became okay?
I see a glimpse of a world of hope
A world of light.
But to it we are blind.
I cry—weep for innocent souls
Bought and sold for the price of an animal

This is not okay.
This has never been okay.
This is not the way—
The way of life—
The way of truth
The way that life was meant to be.
Together, we may rise against.

Together we must rise against