Kylie Woon |
the sound of the wind
the sound of tree branches
rubbing together
the sound of dried leaves
blowing across the ground
listen harder
from somewhere nearby is the sound
of one bird singing
sweet and tiny moments rest
in the quiet corners of being alive
stories and light can show our truth
but not always all of the truth
details omitted from a story
can hide the harder facts
and where there’s light there’s shadow
friend
what is your story
how much of your truth is in the light
and how much of mine
America is now a map of lies, a map of bigotry. Perhaps it always was, and I just didn’t see it. It is easier to buy a gun than it is to find a safe place to live. If you hate the right people, the bulk of the population will love you; your hatred will be admirable, like an achievement. If you hate the right people, the brown ones, the map of lies will unfold at your feet. At last you will have a place to go where hate is love, where servitude is equality. The collective hatred and bigotry will take on the shape of a hot air balloon to lift the true believers up to their make-believe heaven.
James Lee Jobe
Kylie Woon |
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