Free

Every day feels like the darkest day yet; we can’t see what is right in front of us; it’s so black.
We hope that, in the end, we all go to a better place, somewhere peaceful, bright, and white.
The people fighting for us give sunlight to the darkness and make our olive trees grow green.
But right now we are all bleeding; it’s all red.
We hope one day the colour of our skins stops filtering compassion and reason.
We hope one day we are all free.