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I don’t want my dreams to remain just dreams

Somehow, they need to manifest

I don’t want my visions becoming delusions

By rejecting a spiritual call for resistance

I don’t want my soul be darkened by fury

Crippled by anger towards this injustice

I don’t want my pain to merge with my being

And let my senses become numb and dead

As years go by, my impatience grows

Moving faster than the speed of God

When virtues have been twisted to utter madness

To be whole is an effort of balancing on a ledge

Here’s myself breaking apart as I hit the wall

The unprivileged wishing to make progress

When evil seems far too big to confront

I form my resistance divulged through anarchy

Help me fight the good fight

Help me finish the race

Help me hold and keep the faith

Never allow my hope to fade