I write because of history

I write to show you what’s come to be

I want you to help where you can

To lessen the pain that’s befallen man

It’s hard for me to speak out loud

I hate the noise; I hate the crowd

My words stumble and people doubt

I write because there’s no way out

If you won’t listen, then you will read

There are lessons you must heed

We must learn from our bloody past

We must change, as the new age asks

I want to be heard without a voice

So I will write; there’s no other choice

I write because I still love us

We can change, in that I trust