RISE AGAINST

Through thick rising dark smoke,

Silhouettes of sweaty wrinkled faces,

Come alive with blinking red-shot eyes.

 

Through thick rising dark smoke,

A fearful tune plays the dense air,

Of gritting teeth and heavy breaths.

 

Through thick rising dark smoke,

Dusty palms drum the rising beat,

In tune with strong chest thumps.

 

Through thick rising dark smoke,

Loud brave voices whisper,

“Move”, “Stand”, “Move”, “Rise”