You have allies.
You have friends.
There are others like you
in passion and purpose
just beyond the outskirts of our city
lying buried in mass graves.
They must be remembered.
They must be breathed.
Even those who have become
the dust in your pores.
Your work is to recite their names.
Begin now by whispering
ever so gently
mine.
 
 
 

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