Above The Crowd Poem by Lento Maez

Trials and tribulations signify who we are
Begotten not made by a comet or star

Whispering willows from afar
Try to release fireflies from the jar

Struggling bubbles seem tired and strained
While listening to lost ones not reclaimed

Rising currents of vocal distress
Maligned good people want redress

A few raise their heads above the crowd
Trying to be heard but not too loud

A promise on paper placed in a box
Hoping the outcome won't be a shock