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Yet Shall We Rise
Sounds like thunder rolling in the distance
voices merging to be heard,
anger rising in waves of resistance
from all over the world.
Rhetoric which seeks to destroy
spewing bigotry and hate,
people crying out for help
protesting too little, much too late.
But in spite of the frustration,
confusion and pain
hope springs eternal
where love still reigns.
We may go down in flames fighting
for our dreams before they die
but like a phoenix whos been born again
from the ashes we will rise.
© 2017 Dara Heller
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