It’s hard to be somebody. A poem and a prayer for rights.

it’s hard to be somebody

who believes. This day and age, especially 

the broken and inconvenient lives, like faith,

are trampled. Waste

cans line the streets and overflow, meaningless

now. The fuschia rage wins.

Or so it seems. 

Nobody is somebody, after all

when the battle is unseen. Glory,

Glory hallelujah.

His truth is marching on. So let’s be quick

to forgive. And pray

for the right to overcome.

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