The Weary Activist
Let the weight of the world
lift off my shoulders.
Let the heaviness of the world
rinse off my hands.
Let the weariness of this journey
wash off my feet.
Let the ugliness of the world
fall from my eyes.
Let the pain of the world
be released from my mind.
Let the cries of the wounded
drain from my ears.
Today is for rest. Tomorrow we fight.
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