It’s time for people to rise, to be courageous and unafraid. Hold your hands to the skies, ask for courage and faith. let God fill these empty hands with fire and faith until fear and discouragement have no place. We’ve got bigots and hypocrites in city hall, drunk on power, loud and tall. They cram their policies through, call it allowable, thinking they are infallible. They're so hasty, They'll take our safety then watch it all crumble and fall. They claim to give the people a voice, while police abolitionists cheer rejoice. In their hurry to abolish the police, they watch the blood of the city flow thin, offering the people no relief. What do they think they’ll accomplish? They are the accomplice! They'll Burn! it! down!! and stand! their! ground! then walk away without a sound while life limps on in this shit town. This is what the people want back— the bar on the corner, the worn pool table, the store up the street for a drink and something sweet, the places we miss, the ones we used to haunt. Take their kids to the parks free of needles and freaks. We didn’t elect Karl Marx or the chaos he sparked! Until Satan planted the seed— hate bloomed through the cracks in concrete, stole the city’s heartbeat. Will they succeed in defeating this once-grand city, its streets now paved with death and pity? Or will we rise, hands to the skies, and make “The Rose City” truly the city that rose again? A beautiful city that thrives.
