Revolution of Hope

July 17, 2020

 

Where am I?
I’m floating on marching souls
And I must be dreaming.
The ground beneath us
Rejoices at the beat of their soles.
I can see them
Lo and behold
Lassoing a towering cross
And tugging at the bright side of the moon.
I can see them
A wave of blazing flags
They turn and they toss
With a common sense of loss.
I see women chained to the night
Their immortalized bodies
cutting even through spikes.
I see their children
Their cheeks a fiery red
Now that tomorrow’s warning
Has made its final strike.
I see lovers
Their eyes a watery glow
Their hearts
All at once, explode.
I see them
And I hear
The sound of a hopeless past
Shatter at their toes.
Can’t you see them dancing?
Their laughter
The greatest sound
The world has ever known.
I can smell the corn
The fireworks shimmer and burn,
Masks at every door.
Where am I?
I’ve seen these faces
And I’ve walked this floor
But I’ve never really been here before.
I can almost taste the tears
The fresh
and the old.
The sky joins in
It whimpers and it pours.
And so they sing and they chant
And my faith they restore.
This can’t be a dream,
This is unity’s wealth
and we will never again be poor.

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