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We Shall Sing

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We Shall Sing

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

By Susan Ople

We all have ankle bracelets that prisoners wear, and if we step on the carpet of critical thoughts, the alarm goes off.

Yet, the mind knows what it does and the heart breaks when people around
it die, when they shouldn’t, not yet anyway.

I bury people in my mind and pray for them with all my heart.

And when evening comes, I close my eyes and bury myself, and find
freedom in my dream.

We are free but not. We are sad all the time. Laughter is that sparkling wine
you never get to sip.

Because it hurts to laugh. It’s sad to think. It’s hard to hope.

But, no more.

We will step up to the needs of the time just like any generation before us.

We will rekindle the love that will free us from the terror of life because
living is as beautiful as blue skies and sunshine.

We will sing to drown out the curses.

Our greetings will not be that of artificial candles on pages that don’t turn.

We are the fight. We are the light. We are the love that Hope must follow.

We will be the greatest generation this earth has ever known.

Believe that. Know that. Be that.

About the Author

Susan V. Ople heads the Blas F. Ople Policy Center and Training Institute, a nonprofit organization that deals with labor and migration issues. Susan was the first Filipino to serve in the Board of the UN Voluntary Trust Fund to Help Victims of Human Trafficking; the first Filipino to receive the Harvard Kennedy School Alumni Achievement Award.

Susan is a solo parent who writes poems and essays while fighting human trafficking, labor exploitation and breast cancer.

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