To alive to die

We stand outside with our signs and our words and our bodies.

They are weapons we are forced to use against you because

we do not want to sink. We are on fire, spurred by a burning

world you refuse to see. You sit in high towers sipping the finest

wine or water, but even that may be tainted by the poisons

you encourage.

We ask you to listen. You say you are but we know better.

We see that you are bound by the fetter of giants

That have grown over you and you allowed them to.

We speak for ourselves and our children and their children

who are not yet conceived but have just as much right

as you or me. You may be growing old but we are to alive to die.

Again we quietly ask that you listen but our words hit walls

So we climb higher and you say that is wrong

You plug your ears so we shout louder and you say

Go home

Until you force us to go home.

To a burning home.

Take down your walls and we will lay down our weapons.