Everyday breaks the same way,

All the stress and loads we must last.

This busyness cannot make us sway,

It starts even before we break fast.

We must be statues upon this baying crisis,

Steadfast in our in pursuit of our tailored peace.

All the people blur and become faceless,

Never meek just one piece

We stand ahead, but hold close those we love,

Never begging nor on our knees.

These we find when push comes to shove,

Without an end, instead there had to be a moment of ease.