Rise

I thought I would be raising a glass to freedom. But my counterparts didn't know that history had its eyes on us. The choices seemed apparent, Yet, we have been left bewildered and scrambling - Wondering whether we did all we can. My glass is raised to freedom - The end of freedom. History has repeated itself. The beginning of the end. And thunderous applause filled the amphitheater. Those that have felt wronged have decided the fates of those that have had no wrong doing. Two exes. One overwhelming Y... It's ineffable. We may weep and mourn today. We may weep and mourn tomorrow. We may be frozen in the moment - But our legacy isn't etched in stone. It can be changed by us all if we choose.. These sleepless nights will wear us down. The disrupted R.E.M. may disrupt our rest. But we must only rest until we are capable to go on. And when we move, we will move as a force of love. Love will oust the darkness that has descended upon us. Love will out. Truth will out. We will endure the worst and rise. And then we will raise a glass to freedom. We will raise a glass to all. We will raise a glass and drink to the revolution- The revolution that will be a beacon of light for those that need it most. In a sea of red we will be the silver lining In a sea of red we will be the light. We will call those home. We will call to those that need us most. We will be united against the fear. We will rise and rise and rise. We will rise until lambs become lions. We will overcome. We will show them that we cannot be killed or swept aside. We will rise up.

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