Waking us from slumber,
Whispers plans of
A new side hustle.
It falls on us—
Though outnumbered—
To engage in restoration,
To shore up
The erosion of trust,
And rebuild
What was meant to be shared.
Waking us from slumber,
Whispers plans of
A new side hustle.
It falls on us—
Though outnumbered—
To engage in restoration,
To shore up
The erosion of trust,
And rebuild
What was meant to be shared.
Democracy threatened.
Yet even here,
There are aids to reflection—
To be ours,
It must speak to the mind:
As motive.
As consequence.
As symptom.
In this division,
Will liberation find its rhythm?
Democracy threatened.
Yet even here,
There are aids to reflection—
To be ours,
It must speak to the mind:
As motive.
As consequence.
As symptom.
In this division,
Will liberation find its rhythm?