I stay on the front lines,
showing up without pay,
for the trenches offer no joy.

I’ve learned to read by moonlight;
my bayonet is sharper than before.
Much more fire I have endured, but
I’ve got gallons of powder in my stores.

While fragilely designed,
there’s rock at my core.
Tyranny won’t get past the blockade;
there's no hope of breaching a free shore.

Forever on duty for the cause,
the collective design,
which holds none of my personal flaws.

Even if I hit floor,
suffer severe causality,
I fight for what has worth:

rule by the people,

civil liberty,

the individual voice.

The trenches offer no joy;
I’ll hold the fort.

7 responses to “I’ll Hold the Fort”

  1. Wonderful and timely poem, Katie! I stand with you!
    ❤️

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    1. Thank you, dear friend. I needed to hear that from someone.

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      1. It’s always my pleasure and yep!!! I am 💕💕💕

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  2. I love the bellicosity of this poem: a most worthy cause —

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    1. Thank you kindly, John. I have hope when I hear these things and see people take a stand in their own way.

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  3. Emphasized: ✨bellicosity✨ I stand with you too💯 of course. Read this the day after No Kings protest but forgot to comment. It’s so encouraging to read again. This administration is despicable.

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    1. Thanks, EF. We will need as many people as possible to stand up and refuse to be bullied. I wish I could do more🥁🥁

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