We the people

Lost and confused

Losing touch with what was home

Failing to believe

What was right before our eyes,

But we were blind

That fear, and hate,

Could hide in the simplest of places

Cowering inside the human soul

To bubble up in a rage

When a back is turned

And trust is given

When those who dare

To stand and face the fury

Are crushed like pebbles

Under feet of frozen tears

Is it over, or just beginning?

Those who fell, beaten down

Are first to get back up

And stand again

For nothing more

Than satisfaction

Of a deed done

And a wrong righted

All is said and done, and

We can’t help but wonder

Who gets the last laugh now?