Rise
They sit with stomachs rumbling and talk about how they eat,
They sit with smiling faces and cry under their sheets,
They sit with silent voices and scream inside their heads,
They sit with normal people
And wonder how, oh how?
They sit and stand,
They sit and stand,
They sit and stand again.
They sit and lie.
Or stand and rise.
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