Cold Fists. Poem by Emmanuel Stone
Cold Fists.
Cold hard fists in the morning
just to wake you up.
They hurt and sting
and bring you to the glary light.
Cold fists never argue
they state, and state it loudly.
Cold fists cannot be reasoned
for reason is on their side.
Cold fists only stop
when you get up and move on
and for every glance behind
another cold hard fist
will show you the way ahead.
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