Poetry

Don’t judge that, which you don’t understand
It just might devote unto you; be placed in your command
Don’t look down upon those who appear weak
For behind closed doors they practice influential ways to
speak
Don’t bury lies you refuse to contemplate
They will be brought to the surface, will soon
legislate 
Clothe yourself in chastity, clothe yourself in light
No room for the darkness that interrogates the night
Don’t underestimate the power in the humble
Nor the strength to be the change; the help to those who
stumble
For these will be the ageless, the ones on your behalf
will speak
Make the stubborn the willing; bring the nation to its
feet
A hand to the broken, the bread to the dying
The soft words to stop anger, perverse talk and end lying

So see the good in everything, for the little will grow
up
You never know much can change, when being brave becomes
enough