What am I fighting for?
In these hours I find myself wondering
What I put myself through all these hours
Of ripped up hope, scratched off idealism, and
muted optimism for.
The truth is I sometimes look back
At these years fighting for a better community,
A healthier state, and a safer nation
With hope enough for everyone to spare
And in that rear view mirror
I see nothing more than
The avarice, greed, and despair
Which first brought me here…
So what am I fighting for?
To pass a burning torch onto someone else,
somewhere, somehow who might not
Get burnt by the way the flames
Dart drastically, unpredictably, and viciously,
In the wind and by the whims
Of what others pass for care?
Right now, I can’t tell you what I was fighting for
Because I see the progression of a flame
Which turned into a wildfire others pretend to control
But it instead consumes
The good intentions and young hope
Of those who fan the very flame
Which will burn away
The foundation of everything
They’re fighting for today.
–Written by Sandy Heights
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