Battle Cry

Artist: MaryRuth Hurdle

And when I finish speaking,
Do not look at me as if I am beautiful
Look upon my passion and know fear

Know the rage that springs from endless compassion
Look at me as though I have just ripped out my lungs
And continued to talk seamlessly without air

Look at me as though I have torn up my arteries and dragged
My heart from my throat without missing a syllable
Because to myself, I give sacrifice no care

Look upon my fever and love and know fear,
Know my strength comes from experiencing weakness

Know that I will not agree to disagree on lives,
On the organs lain at my feet,
On the tears chilling my cheeks,
And the words like blood that drip from me