Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
RESOLUTE
This rush of peace runs
So deep it roots us to the spot.
It is true that poetry
Can lamp an era scraped hollow,
A year we barely swallowed.
There is a justice in joy,
Starlit against all that
We have ended, endured &
Entered.
We will not stir stones.
We shall make mountains.
Written by Amanda Gorman
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