It appears as though you have a voice But it’s just a wall to scream at Give them a platform And they will talk over each other Unable to agree on the bigger picture Give them a mirror And they will remain silent and transfixed By painting their own portrait To resemble an activist. You sure put the ‘act’ into political action And while you talk about change You don’t make it happen Trapped inside the venting system Losing the steam required to gain real momentum. It appears as though you have a voice But it’s just a wall to scream at Instead we argue within the microcosm Trading all our information For filters and a podium. Stop carrying that square blanket You’re so easily distracted Scrolling and scrolling But never scratching the surface Of how much freedom we sacrifice When we pour ourselves into a device Just to hold the bragging rights. We pale against the unnatural light Of a screen the sucks up most of our lives. So invested, yet so dissatisfied. If you mean what you say Then step away from stage Use the voice that cannot be wiped. If you mean what you say Then step away from the stage Lose the voice that’s frustratedly typed. Walk away from your image And take it outside.