we work
we live
we pray
we hope
count the hours
pass the days
death knocks
for someone else
after disbelief fades
we return to our conviction
it won’t be our door next
we meet obligations
exceed expectations
and sometimes
we radically disappoint
we operate on borrowed time
we have no hope of repaying
we eat
we drink
we wake
we sleep
bodies filled with rhythm
but no one dancing
world filled with song
but no one listening
the mandate of survival
the anthem of presence
maybe it’s time
for a mutiny



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