TheParagon

In Response to the Sad Misguided Clown (119)

We gather not in vengeance,
But in memory.
We speak not to shame,
But to name what was broken.

You wore the mask of joy,
But your sorrow became a weapon.
You ruled not with wisdom,
But with wounds unhealed.
You sold what was sacred,
For gifts that could not bless.

We remember the ancestors...
Those who lifted this land with blood and breath. You did not hear them.
You did not see their drift. You let the enemies in, And called it progress.

We were silenced.
We were mocked.
But we were not erased.
We became soldiers of light,
Not by choice, but by calling.

We marched through your policies.
We sang through your stance.
We fought evil in the streets,
And watched darkness retreat.

Now you sit in silence.
Now you wear the weight.
Your puppets fall beside you,
And the clowns no longer laugh.

Repentance is your only door.
Not to power,
But to truth.
Not to control,
But to repair.

We do not wait for your apology.
We build what you tried to break.
We sing the eternal song,
And retune the frequency of our future.