Rise

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Rise

Rise you creatures of Babel,

Take your fist and Yell.

“The enemy arises,

Arises Today.”

The soft battle cry calls

In the distance;

Far Away.

Antiquated

Desires

Leaders

of

the

Day.

Rise, for the meek

Inherits

the

Earth.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Aingealicia’s Poems (19)

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Rise 0
The Web 3
Invited In 0
Hollow Sorrow 0
Daftly Cheap 0
Careful Little Eyes 0
Bitter Sweet 0
Numb Snow 0
The Phone Rings 0
The Phone Rings 0
Careful Little Eyes What You See 0
Hollow Sorry 0
The Web 0
Invited In 0
Daftly Cheap 0
BitterSweet 0
Rocked 2
News 1
A New Declaration 2