They Don't Hear Us, They Don't See Us

Raise your fist above the flames.

Scream.

Let your voice fan the ire,

the disappointment.

Let your tears become monsoons.

Let them wash away what "was"

and what "is"

to make way

for what "shall be"

Turn heart beat to battle drum.

It sounds like loaded guns;

Like stomping feet

and gospel hums.

Use your entire being

to make your existence known,

to make them understand

that you're suffering will no longer

go ignored

or undervalued.

Raise your fist above the flames.

Light the bonfire of this revolution

using the bones of the fallen

as kindling.

Those who refuse to hear the crackle

will be turned to dust by it.

Those who refuse to see its light

will be engulfed by it.