Poetry

Can they stand tall? (The few)

While our frail sun, for a long time,  in hush, has been slipping by,

There are those,
Holders of sisyphean rock to ink firm Lights
Tellers of how new dead bodies walk and sight
The alienated masses pose: Can they stand tall?

There are those,
Doers of Good which the earthy evils curse
Smilers at the face of doom to soothe others’ worse
The alienated masses pose: Can they stand tall?

There are those,
Diggers of gems in a world of mediocracy
In the shadows, pity the cattles erred blindly
The alienated masses pose: Can they stand tall?

There are those,
Seekers of Truth beyond the insane fluidity
Full of doubt, want to bring back consistency
The alienated masses pose: Can they stand tall?

They are those,
Thinkers of insight reflect upon all deeds of Man
How toxic bygone  ideas create an alien man
The alienated masses pose: can they stand tall?

And they are those,
Fighters for Justice to rise God’s Word high
Martyrs in musk that Death’s Angel can’t die
The alienated masses pose: can they stand tall?

S.C.P.BIBA

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