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To wake up against the rallying chains of the unwilling, who keep us captive and weak. Lies become so cheap you can buy a seat at parliament’s feet But the price sleeps In that house of white. We as the people, have a right- to wake up yet it is not enough, awakening only works with ten thousand fists in the air in protest Not to stand proud but for firmness denying weakness We as the people, are not a guest to democracy. Democracy is a home for all Those taller, should use their fingertips to reach toward the sun rather than standing in the way   Let that light no longer be difficult to obtain— let it reign over abuse of power temperature rising on the corrupt our brightness    must be a force to drive out darkness Humanity standing tall for everyone no worries of divinity when the land we live on wouldn’t be blessed by any god soil planted by frauds and the hate spread grows nothing from this earth To rise- Everyone can survive Only with the courage And ending of lost lives Power depends on the downfall, for someone to die but revolution only requires us to rise, to rise, to rise.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
To Rise
To wake up against the rallying chains of the unwilling, who keep us captive and weak. Lies become so cheap you can buy a seat at parliament’s feet But the price sleeps In that house of white. We as the people, have a right- to wake up yet it is not enough, awakening only works with ten thousand fists in the air in protest Not to stand proud but for firmness denying weakness We as the people, are not a guest to democracy. Democracy is a home for all Those taller, should use their fingertips to reach toward the sun rather than standing in the way   Let that light no longer be difficult to obtain— let it reign over abuse of power temperature rising on the corrupt our brightness    must be a force to drive out darkness Humanity standing tall for everyone no worries of divinity when the land we live on wouldn’t be blessed by any god soil planted by frauds and the hate spread grows nothing from this earth To rise- Everyone can survive Only with the courage And ending of lost lives Power depends on the downfall, for someone to die but revolution only requires us to rise, to rise, to rise.
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25/F/Iowa
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
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