As the sun rises and gives light to a new day, hope also rises.
Hope that this will end.
That love and unity conquer hate and division.
The day gets hotter, and tensions rise.
People demand action.
Anger boils over.
The moon replaces the sun as night falls.
Light giving way to dark, unity giving way to riots.
The cycle continues.
When will it end?
When will people learn?
A person is a person, a life is a life.
Nothing so precious should be thrown away so nonchalantly.
In the end, we are all the same.
– by Noe Santana