Drei Brücken

This industrial churn,
the motor’s low growl
calls out to those,
buried beneath the fold,
calls out to those
not working
to pick up your tools
to move your hands
to carve a beacon,
to release the fire
from the coal.
Juncta
Juvant

Here
flows
These battles to determine who's most oppressed
render us all functionally obsolete.
We don't need sympathy,
the
river
below
while
we
we don't need empathy,
we need spans stretching between us
and pavement that doesn't crumble beneath our feet.
stagnate
above

Those glittering lights
obscured by river's fog
transmit but don't receive
from this opposing shore.
Remember Rankin's hill,
remember to light the lamp,
remember to open freedom's path,
remember, please, to listen
for unsilenced voices
seeking their way in.

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