I have never been one to hang onto,
A false sense of stability.
'Great.
Now...
Where is that coming from? '
Those who protest and their rallies.
They may not have a collective voice,
That is yet heard to speak specifically.
But one thing is very clear...
They may be declared mavericks.
But it is no mistaking they've grown tired,
Of their conformist positions.
I can not think of one thing specific,
That has directly affected such a downslide...
Of a quality of life overnight.
And yet those threatened by their elitist status,
Being attacked...
Have themselves become questioned.
And it seems as if,
Not one can lead with dependable leadership.
And...
Has of yet,
With their influence...
Corrected anything specifically,
In a collective direction that unifies.
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