By: Allyson Jane Cruz
Things began to change
As with the time
Memories began to fade
As with the love
Mother starts to weep
Begging for little love
Mother starts to plead
Asking for little help
She asked for support
But no response in return
She asked for change
But no one seems to care
All we need is a weapon
A weapon for change
A weapon for the odds
That is about to come
Start the change
Before it becomes too late
Start the fight
The fight in the battle of change.