We Are the Fire

Digital painting of teal and turquoise and lavender lightning that hang like a curtain over a blue bridge of flame

We Are the Fire

By Aidan Zingler

Words pull push, agitate, infuriate
I’m the fury of the world not seen.
I beg, I cajole, I reason, I ask
I’m the pain of the dead not seen.
Time is running out, time is running

Black Lives burn bright and extinguish,
Stars howl their sorrow at their loss
Disabled flames smolder and fade,
Stars ignite their pain at their loss.
Indigenous fires frozen and scattered,
Stars blaze their fury at their loss.
Time is running out, time is running.

Should I be praying? Screaming?
Words sputter and fall silent.
Should I be running? Marching?
Actions lay the bricks, one by one.
Time is running out, time is running.

Can’t you stay with me tonight?
Can’t you march with me tonight?
Can’t you speak with me tonight?
Can’t you listen with me tonight?
I’ve been running and screaming,
the void itself weeps and howls,
the fury of the universe cuts deeps.
Time is running out, time is running.

I can hear them calling me at night.
The voices of the dead, the murdered.
They rise and march, they speak through us.
We stand, we chant, we weep, we march.
The wind blows our message to all ears.
We will not be silent, we will not cease.
Time is running out, time is running.

Words connect and build a bridge,
We’re the fury of the lives not seen
We demand, we tear down, we build
We’re the pain of the dead not seen.
Time is running out, time is running.

Time for us.
Our hearts on fire.
On fire for justice.
On fire for abolition.
On fire for a future free of oppression.
Time is running. We are building.
We are more than dust and sand.
We are the past, we are the future.
Let’s go.

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By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

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