Day 260: A Heart Song to the Incensed Mob Inside Us

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you can’t untake a drug.
you can’t unshatter glass.
you can’t unspend the time
and wait for past to pass.

 

and you scare me with that hammer in your hand.

how many minutes should i frozen stand?

 

when i see what you were made for:
the building
the creation,

i’m destroyed by
your appetite
for proud retaliation

 

against all things you surely think
are stacked in spades against you

when really you were surely formed
to grow by what life’s lent you.

 

for if the sick you fight against
makes ill the hand you wield
then only sick will issue hence
and stay the wound, unhealed.

 

do you not know?
we do not change by threat?
and any ground you gain thereon
is weighted, moral debt.

 

please, my love, please.
i plead as one in chains,
set down the fisted strategy
and raise what hope remains.

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