not sure if this is more of a poem or a story
but either way...it took me a bit out of my comfort zone when i wrote it
riseshe's had so many names
far too many to say
but you've probably met her once or twice.
at the scene of the great war,
her brothers and sisters
who had vowed to band together
in a ring of courageous fire
shouting "we will rise up, we will rise up,"
had instead fled at the news
of the coming of the Ones.
The Ones who will reap the great harvest
of love and life and all that is free.
and so they fled but she remained
for her heart was not of glass
to be broken by the slightest fear
for there was no fear in her eyes
she took her children in her arms,
even her infant, not even a year since birth,
and cried out, her voice as hard as stone,
"we will rise up, we will rise up"
and even when she could hear their voices
those Ones with the darkest of hearts
still her mouth could only utter the words
"we will rise up, we will rise up"
and as their weapons smased through the glass
leaving an empty vunerable space
still her voice cried out
"we will rise up, we will rise up"
and as the flames turned her walls into ashes
and the greyest of smoke consumed her
her voice cried out
"we will rise up, we will rise up"
and as they took her children
and tore at her heart
her voice cried out
"we will rise up, we will rise up"
and as they cracked open her shell
and removed the very yoke of her soul,
still her voice cried out...so that those who know fear would hear
and so that those who know hate would hear
and so that those who know love will hear...
"we will rise up, we will rise....again."