The Smell of Ancient Dust - Dawn Ray'd

This that rests inside us

The innate ability to resist

Ability generations learned

A mistrusting hatred centuries earned

The knowledge of the flung projectile

The cleansing power of the burning street

The loathing of the ruling hand

The crackers gaze

The constructed grip

Your birthright accessed

The suffering that picks the lock

A bank of knowledge a skill a gift

Comfort has led us to this hibernation

The struggle, less visible, has allowed us to forget

But rouse, stir

Reach for projectiles

This is a hatred you were born for

A dignity to flaunt

A health that is in you

The inherited legacy

That will trigger your ability to revolt