Respite

Even as bombs drop,
and innocents die,
and we feel embattled,
and encircled on all sides,
the Swine consume more
of the meek.

So I fight
the fight:
We denounce
the hypocrisy
We scream
against hate.

I am tired.
But how
can I rest
knowing that the moment I silent
my Voice,
I buy in
and sell out.

But I am so tired,
and there is no end in sight.

Brother,
Lift your voice up for me,
Just for a little while.

I feel alone.

I want to
feel alive.
Sing for me
Dance for me
Fight for me
Teach for me
Love for me

I need to lay down-
Just for a moment, or
Two.