Rise
Rise for the injustice you witness
it is not the slavery era with mantra:
" still tongue makes a wise head"
Rise
sitting quietly is the reason
we lost the path, reason for still waters
reason for roads ending in dead end
reason for having tyrants , lunatics
criminals ruling us
Rise
behind this short wall
underneath this old blanket
on this torn carpet
hands of many heroes grow strong
Do we remember hands of
Frederic Douglas and Fidel
have we read poems of Phyllis Whitley
kidnapped African slave
May be the time has come for
" lions to write history"
Rise
we can build pillars
beneath broken walls
under the broken bodies
of poplar trees
There is not a road
we cannot walk together
there is no final word
we cannot say together
do not doubt that there is a hero
sitting , in each one of us
waiting to rise
Rise
we know there were people
on this gravel roads
who reached to green plains
to the vastness of mountains
There were people
who walked with wounded feet
through the rough roads
to be able to defeat
the most power full criminals
Rise
if you and me rise
everyone will rise
one hand has no voice
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