– stand above –

Two feet stand too deep
in the most foul fecal matter.
One mind without sleep,
ping pong with before and after –
quiet this graveyard chatter,
at dawn we’ll find some laughter,
and once again, we can
stand.

Two hands are shaking
with the most violent emotion.
One land is quaking,
ping pong with every notion –
this voice need to be still,
it’s not a time to kill.
Instead, again we can

stand above, head held high,
water for ways ran dry.
Quench the world before it’s too
late.
Keep dignity to the
left breast, all the best, and
wear it with all honor to-
day.

D.J. Whisenant

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