hate takes life in all its forms,
defines the norms of politics
of the right, so wrong.
I go about my day,
doing as I would have done to me
for me
for others
but yet they call me evil
for what I believe...

that I am a person (what a radical)
that kindness has value (what a weakling)
that our responsibility (no, that's our word, bitch)
is to our children
to each other
(you're a communist!)

stupidity is a dangerous thing
when coupled with savvy schemes
that may win the battle
but lose the war

and all of us suffer for it.

yet what are we but peasants?
What say do we have?
What right to we have
to claim anything at all?
we have no coins to back our words,
and that, in their eyes,
makes our words
worthless.

and we turn to our advocates
who claim to speak in our name
yet they sway to a different wind
that fills their ears with roaring
and our words
are lost
not missed.

and yet we speak
the truth is gold.

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