What is freedom? It's whatever you want. That's the original, human freedom: choice. How do you define freedom? Is it unrestricted action? Is it liberation from falsehood? Is this the dusk? Or is this the dawn?

Will you look back at the dark days gone, then forward, into the new, driving those same stakes, making those same mistakes, trumpeting reverence of atrocity and explaining it as tradition? This house must come down.

I will, on bended knee, submit a commitment of deed.
I will not harness fire for there is less to burn.
I will be as water and wind and flora before.

I will not reap.
I will sow.
I will not strike.
I will be.
I will pray.
and it will sound
as the wind
through the tree
in the shallow
and the reed.

The vehement will tire and weep.
The peaceful will sing the song of echoes.
The young will carry this sound into the future.

Humanity will prosper.