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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