Are you, our heroes,
tumbling into dull despair?
Forgetting how
the ripest fruits are worth
the highest price?
Don’t fear the flashing
lights that wake your
bedroom walls at night.
Don’t gauge the value
of the prize
on the violence of the fight.
Do you recall how
those you followed,
merrily, shook with mirth—
imagining, with lust,
the day the meek receive
the Earth?
Allow the sky its blue, and
clouds their varied shades,
your voice to shout
your truth, authentic
love to win the day.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: Parade for returning Apollo 11 astronauts, NASA
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