It Continues
They are all voiceless.
Forced into quiet by the
constant present threat of
violence.
Do not think that blind hate is not blind.
We must seek to define, what they try to divide.
…flowing milk down drainage pipes…
I exist, to be, the exeption to the rule The compliance with resistance The sunshine in the rain. I persist, to see, the renewal of the old The life within persistance The light inside an instant What might be hidden gold. I breath, to feel, the shouting in the silence, The holliness in madness The…