UNTITLED 1
The world's rising up to greet you.
Children are looking sideways,
Fathers are kicking red dirt,
Mothers are pushing through.
The world’s rising up to greet you.
You will hide your fearful countenance
Like a child facing an M60's barrel.
You'll be what the world foresees;
A shrunken and sniveling coward!
The world’s rising up to greet you,
Swooping in from front and back
With hope slung over wounded pride,
Rage and pain jangling like keys!
You can’t stop the tide, nor stem this;
Your rebuke; the people’s reprimand!
The world’s rising up to greet you.
Children are wishing like never before.
Fathers are praying like never before.
Mothers are anxious to run you through.
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