Sprouting in Silence

Author's Note: The following is the third poem in my self-challenge to write a poem a day. Click here for the last poem in this challenge. Thank you for reading and wish me luck to keep the pace ❤

Note: This poem is of a deeply personal nature only and is not intended to be taken as a promotion for or against ANY movement, whether political or sociological.

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Though the glory is there,

It is swiftly replaced by confusion.

Quickly dissolving in solution -

Of humanity everywhere.

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Though joy is to be found,

It is quickly displaced by desperation.

So swiftly devolved is our revolution -

And so dies its sound.

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So we blow our horns,

And we beat our drums.

But the banner lies torn,

And our hearts are numb.

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And in our vanity,

We've abandoned what we are.

Given to inanity -

We've failed to raise the bar.

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Still, our fight is worthwhile,

And in the quiet moments,

We carefully plan our movements.

For the race isn't over by a mile.

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Each day, we gather strength,

And each new escalation

Brings us closer to elevation.

Though, they keep us at arm's length.

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So we blow our horns,

And we beat our drums.

On our sleeves, we adorn

Our hearts, no longer numb.

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And in their vanity,

That we've abandoned what we are -

They believe with inanity-

But we will not fail to raise the bar.

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