Look down. Stand up for your right.
Make connections like the string of a kite.
Fight or flight both have might.
Some will dodge and weave, a few will cleave.
Many will be broken.
In the name of, as a token.
Up high. We can't see below.
Our intentions shattered like a glass throne.
Rite or right both mean alone.
Most think the latter but will cut to the bone.
In the name of a token.
Hear the shouting, and screams.
The authority and pain.
From the most broken to needful.
As totems.
They stand.
A token in hand.
