When we stand together
our collective voice roars.
Enough.
We will grow into something
bigger to tackle those who
prey on the vulnerable.
How can the clock
be ticking back?
Children, to them, are sacred
until they leave the womb.
Put down the arms, and
hold the babes tight.
All that has ever been true
is motive to control.
Now is our time to be loud,
fierce, and brave.
Our future is ours.
‘Our future is ours’ – such a meaningful poem!! I so resonated with its theme and this line in particular: ‘How can the clock/be ticking back?’
Thank you 🙂