We need more wakers to wake the sleeping

We need the sleeping to rise

The call for revolution runs deep and wide

Revolutionaries, the earth calls for keeping

Where are the scribes and the poets and the bards

Who lift songs of light in the night

And craft truth and wisdom into words

Healing on their lips

Carrying grace in their grips

Singing outside of time 

To unheard rhyme 

That sets new paces and wins races

To shift spaces into realms we’ve only seen through laces

Of whispers as we sat inside the gates 

We are the gates who have run through the door

And we run without stopping

We do not tire

We do not weary

We run and we sing and we never stop

To shake false rhythms 

To break systems of corruption 

To heal the weeping

And raise the sleeping dead

We come bringing justice 

And dreaming dreams 

Of Eden rising

And a city hemmed in by gems

It’s time for a new day breaking

Light cannot be taken

By darkness

So sing singers

And tell poets

And play fingers on strings to bring glory

And let the holy explosion 

Rumble 

Let darkness crumble

In the wake of the warriors who cry love in the streets 

And speak the jarring truth 

To heal the nations and creation 

Listen!

The sound of beauty is rising

Ring the bells of justice and 

Wake the dead

The day is new

©Elisabeth Cooper 2019