Presses upon you so heavily that
The effort of rising from the bed seems
An impossibility. Isn’t there
Anything new to contemplate besides
The darkness of mankind that presses my
Head to the pillow in spite of the bright
That mockingly filters through the morning
Blinds? We struggle every day against
lies, against disease, against death and it
Continues to oppress us. Sometimes our
Brightest seem to wield the darkness best as
A sword against others. How long must we
Watch our waters turn to blood? How long will
We force women to bear children into
Poverty? How long will we continue to
Poison the children who had no choice in
Their birth? When will we stop corralling kids
In schools where we send the insane with guns
To have their way with slaughter? This presses
Upon me. And yet the sun persists to
Shine. I
will rise. We must together rise.
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