Through the Looking Glass: A Cry for Change

Once, I dreamt of grander plans,  
A vision of a land enhanced.  
Words as my wand, the world to enchant,  
"Alice," I'd ask, "what realms do you grant?"

But open the news, a stark looking glass,  
Echoes of my existence, they seek to surpass.  
A world grinding down, crushing so deep,  
Where starving souls and penthouses keep.

Great plans I held in hand, now astray,  
Born to a century, twisted and frayed.  
Metaphors my refuge, my solace in the fight,  
A song overplayed, now lost to the night.

I grew up sheltered, 'neath wonderland's sky,  
Where dreams could soar, if rules apply.  
Now, fragmented, lost, do I seek to be whole?  
Night's tigers prowl, taking dreams as their toll.

Veterinarian dreams, a president's speech,  
Once my horizon, now far from reach.  
Towers fell, and with them my shield,  
The rich plot on, with humanity keeled.

Antarctic blooms, a Mockingjay's tune,  
Rebellions rise, only to be doomed.  
Guarding the night, I bring forth light,  
To others, though blind to my own plight.

A weight not mine, yet borne with care,  
For solitary walks breed deepest despair.  
Yet change must come, as the darkness grows,  
Another war, another genocide's throes.

How many deaths before peace we prize?  
The wise dragon knows the power that lies.  
My strength's in seeing the stark reality,  
In a world that would rather erase my vitality.

Bullied, raped, life's cruel jest,  
Survival a question, yet still, I've pressed.  
Hurt, yet enduring, an end unknown,  
A vigil I keep, not for me alone.

So what through the looking glass do I see?  
A darkness demanding change, a plea.  
Valkyries over blood-soaked plains,  
Children orphaned, bearing silent pains.

In each, I see a reflection of me,  
Listening, guarding, what's the fee?  
The worth is in the change we seek,  
A world where the voiceless can finally speak.