Someday

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