As the sun set and beads set on hands,
I think of every hand of a hand; coming to together to voice a opinion,
Set rejoice, hymn has never felt better,
They used to walk the street hand and hand when something was wrong.
But now a date a texts is just as good as a call,
No more days feeling alone,
Self-petite is reflected on the young that has no vote to voice,
How can we call a world corruption if we never stand united.
I'm only one person,
But I'm apart of the 99%; so don't feel along,
Together we shall speak not only on this topic,
But more on events and circumstance that effects the global.
I'am not alone.
Internet protestation at its best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice thought/ good poem