Jan 10th 26
A rumbling, a distant thrumming
through the blackout curtain
draped over my sleeping body.
It grows, amplifying and multiplying.
A mighty drum. Beating hearts.
The stamps of feet down streets
distant but intimately familiar.
The roar of voices who cannot
and will not take any more,
colleagues and neighbors and
friends and teachers and clerks
who can't stay quiet against
boots on necks and guns in faces.
It's all around me and all I
can see - the vital rage of
community and the oppressed.
I'm so proud and hurt,
hopeful and heartbroken.
Fight them. Win.