If we are the change that will ascend
Then which pieces are the first to mend?
Or what rules are the first to break
And systems to take down for freedom's sake
I know it's a hard thing to take
But trust me once you know it fake
You'll gladly watch it fall apart
And mark that moment as the start
Of your life without the rope
That's been holding you from hope
So tell me now what shall we break
To stop this bloody spirit ache?
I guess your poem got me a little emotional here ;)