Splinter and divide,
time after time,
bluster and misdirect,
point to the workshy or foreigners,
twist the knife in vulnerable hearts
and fan the fear
We’re here because at some point past
we agreed this land should last
that it stands for goodness and right
and all heads shared the thought
so the idea
became
Our disgust and indignance
threatens a retreat
so the squeakiest wheel triumphs
through attrition
Your mission,
should you choose to accept it,
is this:
Call out the heartless, the bleak,
the self self self serving,
the thoughtless, the blinkered
the unthinkers
Every breath, every day
our grit and mettle can save us
and an idea worth saving
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
Splinter and divide,
time after time,
bluster and misdirect,
point to the workshy or foreigners,
twist the knife in vulnerable hearts
and fan the fear
We’re here because at some point past
we agreed this land should last
that it stands for goodness and right
and all heads shared the thought
so the idea
became
Our disgust and indignance
threatens a retreat
so the squeakiest wheel triumphs
through attrition
Your mission,
should you choose to accept it,
is this:
Call out the heartless, the bleak,
the self self self serving,
the thoughtless, the blinkered
the unthinkers
Every breath, every day
our grit and mettle can save us
and an idea worth saving
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