Stand

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Past strikes on the ticking clock
Ring out to knock
You down and mock,
Stand tall!

Bitter hatred comes to play
And seize the day,
Have its way and say,
Stand tall!

Authors of worthless, empty rule
Seek to steal your stool,
And brand you as a fool,
Stand tall!

If you never make your stand,
You’ll be bound by the hands,
Even in your native lands,
So stand tall and keep your voice alive
So that you and yours can thrive
And be unlike the deadly hive.
Stand tall!