I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
They call it policy now.
Book burnings and segregation-era censorship silenced Black voices — today’s school book bans do the same.
The fear hasn’t changed.
Only the words have.
Read ERASED before they try to bury it again: stan.store/gxldsociety/...
They call it policy now.
Book burnings and segregation-era censorship silenced Black voices — today’s school book bans do the same.
The fear hasn’t changed.
Only the words have.
Read ERASED before they try to bury it again: stan.store/gxldsociety/...