We will not run when it comes calling <br />We will not cower, we will not fear <br />We will stand there firmly in our place <br />Resolute and quite sincere <br />We’ll not avoid it but can deny it <br />We’ve seen it coming but it’s still blind <br />It knows our individual weaknesses <br />But not our might, combined <br /> <br />We'll drive it out, before it gets us <br />We'll tear it down just as it rises <br />We will strip it of all its power <br />And we'll steal all its surprises <br />We'll turn its mountains into ant hills <br />We'll change its walls into facades <br />And when it throws its thunder at us <br />We'll be hurling lightning rods <br /> <br />We’ll watch it falter, disillusioned <br />We’ll feel its strength come leaking out <br />We will revel in our confidence <br />And let it suffer then, in doubt <br />We'll raise our voices with conviction <br />State the given, evoke its name <br />And without an ounce of hesitation <br />We'll tell it - this, it cannot change<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resolution-8/
