They come together and protest 

Against something they all detest 

Hundreds of voices merged 

Hoping for change to emerge 

Their voice is loud and proud 

They bring joy to the crowd 

With every word sung aloud 

Along with music, such harmony 

Singing is their specialty 

Their voice is full of beauty 

They work with the young 

And their job is never done 

Each day brings something new 

And with each day, knowledge grew

Their voice is caring and encouraging 

They sit in front of screens

Working alongside machines  

Each word that they use 

Only the computer can deduce

Their voice is tiny, but mighty 

All the voices in the world, 

Combined, mixed, in a swirl 

Together, yet in perfect rhythm 

Logically flowing like an algorithm

My voice is small, but critical  

They draw multiple schemes 

Looking like they’re made from dreams

But when that dream turns to reality, 

The structures built are no longer, a fantasy 

Their voice is strong and persevering

I want my voice to resonate to that above,

Of a strategist, of a dream to reality 

Like buildings built, my voice is still building

Yet along with them all, even one removal 

Would deprive the world of something crucial