Stoke, a word on a wall, a call to rise
In a city where violence meets demise
A cry to fuel the fire that burns within
To stoke the flames of hope, to begin

But what does it mean, in this urban space?
Is it a message of empowerment, or a hollow pace?
A reminder to keep pushing, to never give in
Or just a word, lost in the din?

Stoke, a spark to ignite the soul
A beacon in the darkness, a call to make whole
Let it be a reminder, to rise above the pain
To stoke the fire of hope, and never give in to the shame