The air we breathe, when we take a knee.
The pew, the field, whichever we believe.
A common theme is the air we breathe.
The air we breathe, when we protest our grief.
The street, the park, in social media we talk.
We do so using the same air we breathe.
The air we breathe, when differences reign.
The shouts, the tears, our moral outrage displayed.
All that is left is the air we breathe.
Stay inspired my friends!
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