sun rising
sun rising
and still a tyrant
rules
it used to be
faraway places
now here, my home
even as songbirds
serenade me awake
I will not watch—
instead
I stand with the birds
and sing
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sun rising
and still a tyrant
rules
it used to be
faraway places
now here, my home
even as songbirds
serenade me awake
I will not watch—
instead
I stand with the birds
and sing
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We lift our voices,
to assert “yes,” “no,” “enough.”
Join chorus, to sing.
Wowser... a perfect little poem with such an uplift of an ending. Nicely done, Amrita!