The Smell Of Ancient Dust

This that rests inside us
The innate ability to resist
Ability generations learned
A mistrusting hatred centuries earned

The knowledge of the flung projectile
The cleansing power of the burning street
The loathing of the ruling hand
The crackers gaze
The constructed grip

Your birthright accessed
The suffering that picks the lock
A bank of knowledge a skill a gift

Comfort has led us to this hibernation
The struggle, less visible, has allowed us to forget

But rouse, stir
Reach for projectiles
This is a hatred you were born for
A dignity to flaunt
A health that is in you
The inherited legacy
That will trigger your ability to revolt