Literature
We are Rising
I am the warrior-poet,
and this is my time.
I am deadly in my own right,
able to kill a thousand ways
with my bare pen.
And I am one of many,
an army of the wise.
And we are rising.
I am the poet-warrior,
alive and alert.
I am ready to do battle
with the pen or with the sword.
I am ready to torch the old world
and write by the light of its burning,
to sing beside its pyre.
And we are rising.
I am the artist composing the new world,
proposing a better way,
and the soldier armed with fantasy,
restoring what could have been.
What must be must not be,
and words will lead us,
for we are rising.