Orlando

Written by Tybirius Scott

When do we say enough?

Is it when there's nothing left to fight for

Or is it when there nothing left to die for

It has nothing to do with sex, gender, race, culture, or religion

Theses demons have demonized

What we call the idea of freedom

And if you haven't realize

There's an attack on individuality

I repeat there's an attack on individuality

This so call idea of self

This so call peace

This so call need to BE

Is slipping away so effortlessly

Without warning

Without cause

Without a fight

So I repeat

What are we dying for?

What are we crying for?

As they say أنا أثق بالله (in God we trust )

This tragedy of death

This pent up terror

This moment of stillness

That has left us with the faint whisper of

( what is next?) 

Who is next?

Are we not safe anymore

Were we ever safe to begin with

This illusion of equilibrium

This illusion of inclusion

So I ask you

Who will fight for freedom

Who will fight for love

WHO WILL FIGHT FOR LOVE

Like Stanley, Amanda, Oscar, Antonio, Darryl, Angel, Juan, Luis, Cory, Tevin, Deonka, Simon, Leroy, Mercedez, Peter, Paul, Frank, Miguel, Javier, Jason, Eddie, Anthony, Christopher, Alejandro and Shane

Amongst theses falling warriors

Who will pick up where they left off

Who will be the change that this time is beckoning for

Who will say YES I WILL FIGHT

While other will say NO

WHO WILL SAY YES? WHILE OTHERS WILL SAY NO

How many more victims? 

How many more people will give Dominion of themselves to the powerless ones

How many more

So I repeat

What are we dying for?