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Birthday Poem for My 32nd Year of Life (my general feelings surrounding the cultural and political climate of my 31st year)

2/23/20

“Fear not,” you say,

all day and all day

But I do
“Fear not,” you say

The cadence my heart beats to

You callously die on your mountain

Watching the slaughter below



“Fear not,” they say

All day and all day

But you do

“Fear not,” they say

With nowhere else to turn to

Clarity is overexposed at the top

Truth is found near the bottom



“Fear not,” you say

All day and all day

But they do

“Fear not,” you say

The tune your ideals dance to

Blindly you sip on your circling rhetoric

Thousands choke on your words



“Fear not,” we say

All day and all day

But you do

“Fear not,” we say

We are God’s children, too

Mercy not only belongs to you

Let justice roll down from the peak

"Fear not," we pray
All day and all day

But we all do.

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