It rings in your ears, it does
Sprouts from the dying embers of an eternal fire
Reverberates in the hearts of the merciless tyrants
Brings pandemonium to his knees
‘Tis the alarum, the voice of youth.
Howl akin to a foghorn; high-pitched, yearning for attention
Demands, screams, and bellows
Desires strongest to be in the known
A clamor, an outcry
For what is right, for what is a rule, what it ought to be
‘Tis the march of humanity.
Practice what you preach they declare
Obey the laws they adjure
Commanding, Herculean vibrations reaching the distant greenwood and desolate roads.
They proceed with orotund hollers;
Its suppression unimaginable.
They decipher as they suspire,
The key to a better future.
They spar with their timbre
They conquer with the deepest, ardent rumble — a thunderbolt in the blazing night sky.
Their voices are heard
They are warriors.
They bring forth the change that we need
United they stand, a bulwark of Justice.
A flood of endless hope
A wind of freedom
The beacon, of the ordinance.
By – Ariya Mashiyat