I'll Rise Poem by John Ackerman

through the smoke out of the devil's Hell
I sought for peace when times get slow
you will never know until you try
stop lying to yourself putting that book right back on the shelf
We each move to slow in society's vast undertoe
people telling you which way you should go
these are desolate times
yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
can't we read between the lines
for years you pushed me underneath the rug
carrying not about me with love
yet I'll rise through the noise pollution
willing to start a new revolution
a tug at the heart will light the spark to where I need to go
sometimes I feel like I'm in prison in cell block number seven
it's not a one time shopping event at your local seven eleven
I'll rise from the shadow of darkened confusion
I'll rise out of the furnace of affliction
With my hope in the Lord & heaven up above
There is nothing I can't do in this life
You can beat me & put me down
but I'll never wear my head down in a from
only one life is soon to be passed
only what's done out of love will last
lift your voice up so you can be heard
listen to the heart of love by accepting every word