The Wind Is Shifting
The wind is shifting, can you feel?
The cracks beneath the cold reveal.
Where silence smothered what we knew,
Now voices rise in shades of blue.
In courtrooms once too blind to see,
Now truth reclaims its dignity.
🧵
The wind is shifting, can you feel?
The cracks beneath the cold reveal.
Where silence smothered what we knew,
Now voices rise in shades of blue.
In courtrooms once too blind to see,
Now truth reclaims its dignity.
🧵
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Not flawless yet, but still we stand.
In counties drawn with crimson lines,
Now purple blooms where turnout climbs.
From Lakeland’s booths to Kenosha’s halls,
The tides have surged through narrow walls.
Grief in our hearts, resolve instead.
Each vote a prayer, a plea, a fight.
A candle flaring into light.
They scoffed and laughed, called hope naïve,
But seeds take root beneath the sleeve.
Where truth and courage still are found.
We’ve mourned what apathy once cost,
The rights eroded, leaders lost.
But from the wreckage, hands have grown
To build a future not our own.
And every step walks past our pride.
We shout not just for those who cheer,
But for the voiceless, far and near.
This isn’t luck or fleeting cloud.
We are the storm - unyielding, loud.
A whisper once, now thunder swell,
We rise, we vote, and we rebel.