Our Bridge of Pride
When I look from a distance
A cry began to slay
The wall has grown, before my gong has rung
The nearing war begun beneath my soil that I trembled upon
Am I trippin'? Or is it that I finally see?
I don't know, but my heart is saying that my life is yet complete
To bestow the shadow that I was near
They shaped with no form that has covered the unseen wars
It was a likelihood of no return
To cross Mother Nature path
I foresaw my own death
And a whole generation who are trapped with no vision
It was an art of letting go
To stay would be the darkest miracle a fairy could ever shed
I guess even the tree would be scared of the sun for how long it has gave me shade
My dignity is just a torture for the future
Cause I’m a minority who slowly bridge the gap of time
To say that we are finally one not because of our skin color but our honor as a race
To be bash by our own kind with hatred with suffrage
It would break a strand from the bridge
As time goes on the future generation won’t have a premade bridge
To help guide the lost tongue that our elder yelp in pride
Because' our pride was to strong so we learned only a foreign language…
As I yelp these foreign words, tears rolled down my eyes
And I said, the elders’ tongue I hope you’ll make it to my future child somehow, someday,
Somewhere when the war has finally stop
I’ve worried
Why won’t it come save me?
Why won’t it come?
When I need the words of pain the most
When this invisible wall became visible
Who to blame
Who should I live for?
Please save me from this sorry war that has been forgotten
Mythically being has been created
To dust the mind,
Cause minority are rising
The scream dies out…
If only time travel was a thing when I’m still alive
Why don’t we try to save the embarrassment of the world?
I think to myself, the corrupt world
The end begin when I became to power
I am corruption that leads the minority to their demise
When the bridge has finally broken
I stand alone, silently as I watch a whole generation disappear
I cried, who will I learn from now that my grandma, my grandpa has gone above the wishing star
There must be a way to learn from an invisible war
Where the majority are really the minority of the world
To hesitate would mean I’ve lost a generation from bridging their soul within one another
At what cost will it take to save them
When the elders are being lay down one by one faster than we had imagine
The unseen war has become harder to fight
As the world let out a yell of suffrage
In the end, will the bridge of our pride be enough to ring the gong once more