What good has come out of this.
In panic does the opaque become transparent.
Does the humane become a silhouette behind evil.
The conversation of what we know and who we want to be.
I have never been one to stand before judgment.
You have never been one to commit to your ideals.
I have never been one to recognize the truth from the hidden.
You have never been one to say “no more” in the face of disregard.
I have never been one to see the person in the context of his mind
(rather drowning in an ocean of preconceived notions).
You have never said to me arrogance is futile when I know
acceptance of wrong is the path to injustice.
Standing outside of what is talk
Rain yourself down with all you can of soft illusions.
I will stand dry, resolved and steady, a beacon of warning before the storm.
Before all who embody truth are gone,
before the voices of freedom are lost to the airwaves.
SPEAK. Silence is not an option.