#acrostic - Day Of The Dead D eadly Monday on the train, A ll are glum, a common refrain, Y ouths to school and us to strain. O nly bleak hours stretch ahead, F illed with boredom, sometimes dread. T he blank faces, dead inside, H olidays faded, memories died, E very week an unwanted ride. D ead to the seasons as they turned E veryone trapped, emotions churned, A ll are lost and all hope burned D ead to the world, beauty spurned. ##acrostic
O.B.R #acrostic O ne billion women in their #life, N ow take the brunt of man made strife, E vade a war, but rape is rife. B attered at home, raped by 'friends,' I nfants sold, the pervert spends. L ady, you do what I say , L ady, power makes you stay. I t's not ignoring boys in pain, O nly asking you think again, N ow one in three is touched by stain. R ise and dance, the world can stare, I t's showing sisters we'll be there, S upported by men not afraid to care. I n February it's our time N ow come and learn about this crime G o - DRUM, DANCE, RISE - Revolution 2016 http://www.onebillionrising.org