As grows stronger my rising fist
23 March 2022

Will I find that special sound 
of sweet sighing redemption?
I feel it through the winds unwound
like a flag without a nation

I hear yonder muffled cries
I wander beyond their borders
in the weaving of truth and lies
heaves the rhythm of disorders

Blue and pink and a pint of glue
The glowing glee of a life to come
What is deceit and what is true
of meagre talk the total sum

Whisper without me an ear to fill
What comes forth a tongue to twist
Through landscapes I seek to still
As grows stronger my rising fist

Reading of the poem:

Sully Erna & Lisa Guyer - The Rise