November 16, 2009

The man opened the window
And jumped out into the wind
Movers and shakers, clashing
Hearts against humanity
One shining, brilliant face
(Some say she deserved a halo)
Standing alone in the dark;
It was joy incarnate

Hampered by a century of
Mountainous oppression
A living wall of shadow who
Brought nothing but despair
And yet she triumphed, even
With us all betting against her
And what little light we have now
Is thanks to her still beating
Red-hot heart, in the hands
Of a statue with no face



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