Marching Poem by jasmine banahi

Ya hand ticks,
Ya words click.
Ya mind starts to pop,
Everything in ya hand drops.
Watchin the world fly by,
Watchn the colors of the sky.
Beatin to the rap,
Beatin on a tap.
All the calamity drops,
All the insanity stops.
Everyone comes together,
Any kind of weatha.
March against hell,
Against the republic bell.
Cause we have the power, mind, heart, body, and soul.
We are more than air or fire, cause we are people, we're worth more than gold.