Risen

Do not try to silence us.
Every day, the mute will speak.
New words form on humble lips,
Yet thunder across mountains.

Do not try to swindle us.
Every day, the blind will see.
Find your facts revealed as forgeries amongst
Endless fears and insecurities.
Never doubt the curiosity of a
Determined mind.

Do not try to kill us.
Every day, the dead will breathe.
Pity the hatred that creates a martyr:
Our blood becomes armor, broken bones weapons.
Shield not your eyes when you find our tombs empty.
Every day, we are risen.