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Change

By Serena Nelson

This world is being divided.

By the people, for the people, of the people.

Sayin’ guns don't kill people,

People kill people.

Things gotta change,

1st and 2nd.

Rights, they matter.

Doin’ something versus sayin’ it,

I prefer the latter.

Things gotta change.

Goin’ backwards from 21:

The law hasn't won.

18 got it goin’ on:

Can drive solo, can vote or nah.

Can fight for war, can own a gun.

Gun, gun, guns are the problem.

16 out here dyin’ cause we can't solve ‘em.

Families, teachers, friends are crying.

All because of a loophole . . .

Stop lying.

Do something, hear us out, we can't scream any louder.

We feel anger, sadness, fear.

But at the end of the day,

Things gotta change.

What will you do, if it was you?

Pray for another chance, go back in time?

Think you can fix it if you only knew why.

Why? Why is the question.

Parts are parts. Put it together

And it becomes more clear.

Clear as the click of a clip,

Clear as a safety flick,

Clear as an alarm waiting to tick,

Clear.

Clear the day you pray won't come

Because change wasn't fast enough.

We hold the power:

Our voices, speak it.

Got me awake all day and night cause the news all preach it.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.

But I'll believe in change when I see it.