- EMPWR Contributor
Rock-hard Pride
Updated: Jul 1, 2020
"On a June afternoon, a stone was thrown"
By Daniel Durand

I didn’t know if it was a stone or a brick or a rock
which embodied their longing for change
Nor do I know who was the first to throw
Or what it’s like to be that enraged
I can’t relate to the severity of their struggles
Or their pining just to be
Their passioned panting and coupled chanting
Still ring on through the streets
I didn’t know the lady whose head was hit
Or the tensions among the crowd
But her call to fight forged an ignite
Of a necessity to stay loud
What I do know though
Is how strong one rock can be
After years of degrade it may never fade
Its preserved integrity
A fight for love is one that’ll prevail
It’s above us, like the white dove
On a June afternoon, a stone was thrown
Not for war, but rather love.
The strong crowd and their conjoined will
Compiled like the colours of a rainbow
Each colour unites to make a peaceful white
Echoing the feather that fell below
Today I know the pains and woes
Of those before me, of their cries
I have them to praise for my loving days
A rock may sink so a dove can fly
