a message: short poem

By: Nandiinii Gupta
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​The world is resting upon the roots planted ages ago,
with seeds of hope and sound;
the epicenters of what drives humanity forward, to live and give root to love,
because living in harmony is what we were born for.

Hope, stands, as the most powerful weapon in the hands of a desperate being.
You may take a house away and destroy every shred of love in one's life
but you can't ever destroy hope, because hope,
is what you can have when you have everything,
and when you have nothing.

Sound, and voice, the bellowing cries for change and changemakers,
the sobbing of grieving families,
the laughter of a successful effort-
you can take away everything from a person,
but their voice, their ideas, them.
A person is a who they are because of the way they use their voice. 

I ask you this:
What will happen when you bring hope and you bring sound,
and you put them together in those who have the will, the fire, the rage to change the nation-
the very people being proclaimed as the "future of our country"?
Would you ever want to stand on the side that opposes them?

A rebellion is sparking, it's catching fire.
This fire that warmed you, will be the one to burn you down,
if you're not sure of where you stand.
Pick a side and fight for it, if you wish.
But I'll tell you something:
The side that sets the fires won't be burning to ashes.

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