The Stone and the Sea: A Revolution’s Rhythm

I am but one stone
On this vast shore,
Weathered by time,
Shaped by struggle,
Small enough to fit
In a child’s palm.

Alone, I cannot break
Their walls of power,
Cannot shatter
Their windows of wealth,
Cannot crack
Their foundations of fear.

But I am not alone —
Feel the tide turning,
The gathering of countless
Others like me:
Each one smoothed by suffering,
Each one hardened by hope,
Each one ready to rise.

We are becoming ocean,
Wave upon wave
Of determined stones,
Rolling toward their fortress,
Building momentum
With each injustice,
Growing stronger
With each shared story.

Listen to our rhythm:
The click-clack of resistance
As we collide and connect,
The rumble of recognition
As we find our flow,
The roar of righteousness
As we rise together.

They built their walls high,
Their towers proud,
Their gates strong —
But they forgot:
Even mountains bow
To persistent waves,
Even cliffs crumble
Before determined water.

We are learning
The language of tsunamis,
The grammar of groundswells,
The poetry of persistence.
Each stone adds its voice
To the rising chorus,
Until our whispers become
Thunder.

Feel us gathering force:
The housewife’s pebble
Joins the student’s rock,
The worker’s granite
Meets the poet’s slate,
The farmer’s limestone
Merges with the rebel’s flint —
All of us becoming
One unstoppable surge.

They may catch some of us
In their nets of oppression,
May try to separate
Stone from stone —
But you cannot hold back
An ocean of resistance
With chains of paper,
With walls of pride.

We are the wave
That rises from below,
The force that flows
From forgotten shores,
The power that pulses
Through every pebble
Of possibility.

Watch us swell:
First ankles,
Then knees,
Then waists,
Then hearts,
Until we rise
Above their highest towers,
Until we flow
Through every crack
In their perfect system.

One stone is silence,
Two stones are whispers,
Three stones are voices,
A thousand stones are thunder,
A million stones are tidal wave —
Unstoppable,
Undeniable,
Unstained by fear.

We are learning
To move as one body,
To crash as one force,
To rise as one wave,
Until their walls fall,
Until their towers tumble,
Until their fortress floods
With the justice
They tried to deny.

Remember:
You are not just a stone,
You are part of the sea.
Your struggle is not solitary,
Your fight is not forgotten,
Your voice is not lost —
It echoes in the roar
Of our collective courage.

Together we rise,
Stone upon stone,
Wave upon wave,
Until justice flows
Like an endless tide,
Until freedom rings
In the crash of our chorus,
Until power returns
To the ocean of many,
No longer trapped
In the hands of few.

We are the wave.
We are coming.
We are here.