With outstretched arms they scream help me. and with huff of hel and slap of p- the outstretched arms curl backward never again to reach surface doesn't it **** you to think. That we our arms calmly by our sides- we with limbs holding each other- we grabbing a coffee on the way to work. We. Not them.
With outstretched arms they scream save us! and with the rattle of a gun across metal cage they go from quiet to silence. In a million years a revolutionary change will occur. Too late for my friends the outstretched arms. Too late.