Stand Up

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  • Life
    • HalfAwake
    • For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient. -Revolution

    Stand Up

    I am molten lava

    A moving burning heat

     Breaking the world’s surface

    From miles underneath

     

    Tired of creation

    In which I had no share

    I joined the subway shouters

    “Stand up if you dare!”

     

    I went home that night

    Voice hoarse and hands cold

    And saw that my ideals

    Had followed me home

     

    I saw conditions

    From which my ideals grew

    How could they be so strong

    Where they were so abused

     

    I turned to my family

    Their hungry faces stared

    “From now on, we are free

    Stand up if you dare!”

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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