Activism

April 3, 2021

When contemplating activism, I discovered both how necessary and dangerous or unpleasant it can be, including how sometimes regular people do not care for the longest time, until they themselves can feel the results.

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Your voice is fodder to a starving soul,

How jealous…

Forced to silence, or end on a grassy knoll.

Gave up a life to save those still living,

Unworthy though…

Of those of us who die, we die giving.

Shut your mouths, grow your ears, final wishes.

You though,

“Free“ to speak: living means to serve cold dishes.


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