The Rise

My brown eyes like the exterior of two rifles,
my ink-black pupils have become two dark barrels.
My pupils dilate, reloading, my whole body shakes,
my soul screaming, that beast within, war cries….
Firing looks,
driving away those who drove you away from me.
Fists clenched.
The march is on.

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