Life
So be it, life throws up its hands
As its arms prepare to fight
We stand, not wanting, yet as well
We are ready to ignite
As oppression heats our very core
And readies us to flame
We must not react, we must keep cool
As life is ours to claim
A pacifist we just may be
But yet, upon daylight
Our fists will ready, poised, strong
Because we’ll have to fight
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