those arms that rise in praise of millions
of indistinct kingdoms behind the sky
called up by the minds of those lost

those fists that rise in agression against the one
who suffered for his unfamiliar professions
and the martyr wept for the world he set on fire

yet here we sit raising our glasses
in the midst of history
of entire societies and their dreams
hoping to be remembered forever

those leaves that fall caught by the wind
in the chaotic search for truth and reason
fall on the ground once marched over

by those confined in cooperation
forming new symbols to instigate new uprisings
and the martyr wept for the world he set on fire

yet here we sit raising our glasses
in the midst of history
of entire societies and their dreams
hoping to be remembered forever

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