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, butI’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.
Wonderful and timely poem, Katie! I stand with you! ❤️
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Thank you, dear friend. I needed to hear that from someone.
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It’s always my pleasure and yep!!! I am 💕💕💕
I love the bellicosity of this poem: a most worthy cause —
Thank you kindly, John. I have hope when I hear these things and see people take a stand in their own way.
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.
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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