[Table #6/Prompt #22: Hands Of Fate] Original Poetry: 'Stand Strong'

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Title: 'Stand Strong'
Fandom: Original Poetry
Prompt: Table #6/Prompt #22: Hands Of Fate
Character/Pairing: None
Rating: PG (brief language)
Summary: You can't make your point through the barrel of a gun
Authors Notes: For the victims of the Gilroy Garlic Festival shooting in Gilroy, California. #gilroystrong

You can't make your point through the barrel of a gun
You're not the hands of fate; you don't decide when we are done
You don't rule the roost with your twisted sense of fun

Here we are, breathing our vitality
We are the shapers of our own destiny
You can't hold us down
So stop fucking around
We can't go wrong
When we stand strong

No more madness trying to destroy us all
No more hatred telling us that we must fall
We will stand up to you, and we are standing tall

For here we are, and you'll never hold us back
We won't bow down underneath any attack
It's time for this to end
Are you a foe, or a friend
We will all belong
When we stand strong