Sound is noise.
Sound is not music.
Music is organized sound.
Music is waves in the air.
Air strips the rocks.
Air moves mountains.
Mountains have been conquered.
Mountains are just hills.
Hills can be blurred away.
Hills can be erased.
Erased are our footsteps in the sand.
Erased is the music on the stand.
Stand against our oppressors.
Stand for what is right.
Right will triumph.
Right will emerge victorious.
Victorious we will be.
Victorious this generation will rise.
Rise or fall we might.
Rise we might not.
Not see the light of tomorrow.
Not fight for the ideas we love.
Love can save this generation.
Love can heal if we let it.
It must be let in.
It has to be free.
Free others from oppression.
Free to chose.
Chose what is right.
Chose who will lead.
Lead us not to temptation.
Lead us not to torment.
Torment we inflict on others.
Torment we cause each other.
Other than love.
Other than righteousness.
Righteousness is justice.
Righteousness is swift.
Swift to end injustice.
Swift to end evil.
Evil is this land.
Evil is it’s inhabitants.
Inhabitants that would choose easy over perseverance.
Inhabitants that would choose evil over greatness.
Greatness is hard work.
Greatness is a hoe and seeds.
Seeds to grow up.
Seeds to mature.
Mature into what?
Mature for whom?