“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
for the heart to conquer it.”
Rabindranath Tagore, Collected Poems and Plays of Rabindranath Tagore

Late night, strong red and pale yellow lights
Flashes of the screaming train roar by
Monsters spewing hate from clean, shiny car windows
Busted shoes are hitting the street
Trying to scrounge up what courage we have
While others flippantly rain their way on down

Hustling to make it, but feeling like we hit a wall
America, no political commentary at all, but you’ve got us–
Feeling hungrier than a Nightcrawler.
Going tooth and nail just to eat, and to keep the lights on

It’s a sense of desperation, but we own it
All is well, but not by much other than raw volition
Baggy eyes and polluted energy, are the price to pay
For an idealized portrait to show others
Which we’re all conditioned from birth to do
Excepting that less is more, would free us from so much

How ironic

No victim here.
Just take the hits; endure
Not the worst situation by far
But steady on my boy, hold the line
And with organization and smarts

We will not be “fine”; we will thrive.

Because while we may not be regal, complacent and well-groomed lions—
We are scrappy; we are determined; and we are unbreakable wolves



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