Prompt for this was “simplified perspective of resistance for change”
History repeats as people march in the streets
Silence the crowd they’re getting too loud
Children are to be seen not heard
You’ll have to wait till I die
I’m still living my lie that I swallowed
I refuse to give up control
It is all true I see your point of view but it’s not effecting me
I refuse to let go of all that I know
I’m selfish and set in my ways
So go back to your room you spoke too soon maybe the world will hear you someday
