as he raises "We Rise" at the protest
in front of Trump Tower, having marched
all the way from Sunnyside Queens today
with his concerned parents.
There is no smile in those eyes,
but neither is there fear.
Just determination.
It gets me where I live.
Rise up!
That refrain is from the musical Hamilton
who's cast entreated VP elect Mike Pence
for fairness to minorities last night,
causing The Don to ask for an apology today.
The irony is thick.
So many hate crimes are being committed
that the Anti-Defamation League
has declared a state of emergency.
Rise up,
I have to tell myself everyday now,
the Hamilton soundtrack on repeat in my head,
my mind's eye now fixed on Henry Mark's determined face,
the future. That face brings tears up from deep wells,
from a mysterious place deep under the surface,
rising up from sadness at having watched a tyrant
get elected and given so powerful a position in our lives,
sadness at knowing full well that power will be abused,
is already being abused.
I don't believe that power
is more powerful than Henry Marks though.
That power is nothing compared with this love.
Love finds a way
like grass grows through the cracks in the cement,
rising up, like the son of a poet
holding up a sign...
That look in 7 year old Henry Marks' eyes
as he raises the sign"We Rise" at the protest
in front of Trump Tower, having marched
across the Queensborough Bridge
all the way from Sunnyside Queens
with his concerned parents.
but neither is there fear.
Just determination.
It gets me where I live.
Rise up!
That refrain is from the musical Hamilton
who's cast entreated VP elect Mike Pence
for fairness to minorities last night,
causing The Don to ask for an apology today.
The irony is thick.
So many hate crimes are being committed
that the Anti-Defamation League
has declared a state of emergency.
Rise up,
I have to tell myself everyday now,
the Hamilton soundtrack on repeat in my head,
my mind's eye now fixed on Henry Mark's determined face,
the future. That face brings tears up from deep wells,
from a mysterious place deep under the surface,
rising up from sadness at having watched a tyrant
get elected and given so powerful a position in our lives,
sadness at knowing full well that power will be abused,
is already being abused.
I don't believe that power
is more powerful than Henry Marks though.
That power is nothing compared with this love.
Love finds a way
like grass grows through the cracks in the cement,
rising up, like the son of a poet
holding up a sign...
That look in 7 year old Henry Marks' eyes
as he raises the sign"We Rise" at the protest
in front of Trump Tower, having marched
across the Queensborough Bridge
all the way from Sunnyside Queens
with his concerned parents.
There is no smile in those eyes,
but neither is there fear.
Just determination.
It gets me where I live.
So many hate crimes are being committed
that the Anti-Defamation League
has declared a state of emergency.
My eyes now fixed on Henry's determined face,
the future. That face brings tears up from
a mysterious place deep under the surface, tears
of sadness at knowing that power will be abused,
is already being abused.
But also tears of hope.
I don't believe that power
is more powerful than Henry Marks though.
That power is nothing compared with this love.
Love finds a way
like grass grows through the cracks in the cement,
rising up, like a boy holding up a sign...
but neither is there fear.
Just determination.
It gets me where I live.
So many hate crimes are being committed
that the Anti-Defamation League
has declared a state of emergency.
My eyes now fixed on Henry's determined face,
the future. That face brings tears up from
a mysterious place deep under the surface, tears
of sadness at knowing that power will be abused,
is already being abused.
But also tears of hope.
I don't believe that power
is more powerful than Henry Marks though.
That power is nothing compared with this love.
Love finds a way
like grass grows through the cracks in the cement,
rising up, like a boy holding up a sign...
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