Written on 9/27/2025
> Go backSummary: Hear, hear! The unwilling proceed their march!
Hear, hear! Cries of tired eyes Shouts from strained voices Stomps of limping feet The unwilling proceed their march!
Through storms and drought— Floodwaters reaching past our necks Painful, fatal heat wringing us dry —On we carry!
Through gritted teeth and bitten tongues— The near-unbearable pain choked down Our heavy words swallowed —On we carry!
There is no relief for the weak! Drowned and guided by the currents Dragged and thrown by the hands of time Towards the far light, with no choice There is no rest for the weary!
Through blood and bruises— Pouring out of cut veins Blooming on battered skin —On we carry!
Through thick and thin— Suffocation leaving tears thick Starvation stretching us thin —On we carry!
Hear, hear! An inability to end A desperation to stop Born to die, yet forced to live The unwilling proceed their march!