A Rally Echo

A Rally Echo

Up on the podium, amidst the cheers and jeers,
DeSantis spoke of hope, ignoring doubts and fears,
But three voices rose, undeterred, they cried,
Demanding to be heard, to pierce the false pride.

Their eyes gleamed with courage, hearts beating strong,
Unafraid to challenge the rhetoric so blindly wrong,
In protest they stood, a symbol of dissent,
For justice, for truth, their protest was sent.

DeSantis faltered, his words lost to the wind,
As the protesters unleashed the message they’d pinned,
Their voices united, their message crystal clear,
Injustice must end, equality is near.

But their disruption silenced, escorted out of the room,
Their voices diminished, yet still they loomed,
For they were the echoes of those without a voice,
The marginalized, the forgotten, their souls filled with noise.

Days before the caucuses, a pivotal time,
The protesters reminded, the people had to climb,
Ever higher, ever louder, to confront the divide,
To unite, to resist, with strength on their side.

In that moment, a spark ignited in the crowd,
A yearning for justice, an urge to be loud,
DeSantis may have tried to silence their plea,
But the echoes of protest reverberate eternally.