This, a lifetime of trial and error
Of great hope and eventual let down
Of pure delight and imminent terror
A smile one second; the next, a frown
Blessings flow endlessly and with much grace
They flow against tides of expectation
Too often, they are thrown back in His face
Selfish pride consumes us in this nation
Money, sex, power drive us to our goal
The shifting winds of culture knock us down
Until we bow to the opinion poll
So no unique opinion can be found
This, a lifetime of pressing through, onward
Onward, but so rarely upward, we move
And we speak words but rarely truth is heard
Because the others might well disapprove
May we learn to stand on our own two feet
Finding our individuality
Again rising to challenge their deceit
Driving out hate in its totality
Rise up, rise up and ne’er fear to stand firm
Close out the voices echoing within
And each day, choose to rise up and affirm
Life with purpose; proud of where we’ve been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem