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   POETRY > Rise! O, Indomitable Spirit

O, indomitable spirit

How goes your scrapes?

Your knees must be mangled now

From the number of fall you have taken

But your face is brave

Your mouth, a line

Your heart swells with hope

O, indomitable spirit

How goes your pride?

Demolished, is it?

Stripped bare of everything dear

How goes the taste?

It is bitter, is it not?

Not salty like tears

But bitter only makes

Sweet things sweeter

So rise! O, indomitable spirit

Push away from the ground

Lift your arms, move your legs

Your bones have yet to creak

The world still sings

Not a heroes' lament

But a warsong of drums and horns

The march is on




And take a step.

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