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Shout

I choose to shout 
my cries echo and ring 
above skyscrapers past the nebulas
the highest height 
my forefathers could conceive

this call for liberty, that holy grail 
is not a demand for mercy gifts or favor
but rather a sacrifice devoid of fear
 
a house or throne 
can lead me to believe 
finally, the work is done
but when my children cry
when the past decides 
the present will no longer suffice
I must understand, I must rise again 
for democracy can be fleeting

Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2021

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Sarah Ann Jullion Date: 6/5/2023 3:17:00 PM Well put... so true. It be a fighting challenge every day. When I was young, I never conceived this could be true. How niave I was. Thank you for your poetry, Ricky. You artfully say what needs to be said... if not spoken, then tacit complicity continues with us, the crowded crowd. Login to Reply Ricky Muse Date: 6/5/2023 3:25:00 PM Thanks Sarah. These kinds of poems only seem to come when I am angry. Oh well as long as the ink flows. Thanks again......................peace!

Suzette Richards Date: 7/24/2021 6:40:00 PM I hear you. Democracy is fleeting. The debts of the past never seems to be settled. Keep the faith, Ricky. Login to Reply Ricky Muse Date: 8/22/2021 5:58:00 AM Hey Suzette. I've got to stop watching CNN, MSNBC, Fox etc. All the best..................peace!

Sotto Poet Date: 5/3/2021 7:56:00 PM Very well written verses, sense of optimism and faith, well performed, best wishes Login to Reply Ricky Muse Date: 5/15/2021 6:52:00 PM Thank you my friend.