Calling (Epic) Poem by Devon McElveen

This calling,
It is not my own.
This calling is for those who are willing to step forward.

My brothers and sisters,
Those who walk the same earth as me,
Breathe the same air as me,
Hope the same way as me.

Our numbers are great,
Though we fail to realize it.
Our colors are much diverse,
But our blood flows the same red.
Our many differences bring us together.

Fight with us
For us,
The way we are not accustomed.
Make us believe that our violence
Can be shifted into something,
Much more.

Walk with me,
Alongside me.
Show them your absence of fear,
The pride that we can portray to them.
Lay to them the stories of our triumph,
The overcoming of our woes,
As a people, a generation, an innovation.

Make note of our progress,
For we are not even close to our goal.
I can,
We can,
Bring forth the wishes
Of those who stood before us.
Show them our tenacity.

I hope to shake hands with you all
And greet you all with a smiling face,
But the time for that has past
And our future
Nothing but awaits us.
Leave behind your worries,
Bring only your will.
I will see you on the battlefield,
Our battlefield.