Rise Up

Rise up

my sisters, my friends

it is time to

walk towards the war

our anger is beginning to 

bubble up in the pot

and the night is looking 

black.

Out there

a storm is being born

vigilantes walk

beneath the forked lightning 

and who can blame them

our enemies have been

building this resentment 

for a while now

and our patience has

exploded 

like an improvised bomb

filled with nails and hate.

I understand 

that your anger

may be growing claws

may be flapping its wings

may be riding you

like a black beast

in these days 

of revolution.

We are tired 

of having the rich

the despoilers

the patriarchy

feeding on our smooth limbs

consuming our fertility 

our beautiful youth

tossing back our art

with a chaser of bourbon 

and oppression.

Rise up

my sisters, my friends

it is time to

walk towards the war

our anger is beginning to 

bubble up in the pot

and the night is looking 

black.