All rise with the sun,
All fade into the night.
All the lives that matter,
Who gave you the right to decide?
This path that we walk on,
Is open to all,
That is our right.
When did we lose our freedom?
When did we lose our sight?
This simple act of living,
Blurred by colors,
With no voice.
A life is gone,
Once again.
Taken,
By their choice.
Another unfortunate moment,
When the grim truth is told.
While we search and search for answers,
The lost ones, we can never hold.
Time has passed, time and again,
With a story – unacceptable.
Another truth,
Yet another reminder,
No life is dispensable.
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