They will rise up

Nowhere nothing not anyone to follow the gaze

the gaze long gone yet still I stare why not where’s

the rest of me to go now I’m gone glaring at

the paving stones why don’t you rise up

why don’t you rise up damn it

the young let to wash old mens’ soles you lie

under hooves and tyrants and when the street

rivers blood shrug it to the sewer you won’t stain

like winter breaking a fall your job is done.

 

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