Written by Lynda Ewell
There once was a boy who could write,
Twas the words that he used in a fight.
He pushed and he shoved,
Twas the words that he loved,
Through his pen he would find all his might.
The words that he used caused some thinking,
Their message was deep, stomach sinking.
He was bold, he was loud,
He was honest and proud,
His message would bring about blinking.
So, open your eyes and take heed,
Tis the message that needs to take seed.
For change to come we must stand, not be numb,
For to us has fallen this deed.