Scrubbing away the shadows
That leave stains upon the floors
Adorn your flowing crown of silver with constellations of ginger stars
Surrender half-mast head hanging shame
Raise your chin your power reclaim
Pound your soapbox pulpit with the revivalists fervor
Radical revolutionary revulsion of state sanctioned murder
Mare Martell 
This is interesting. Usually when I read your pieces, I “get” them quite quickly, but I had to read this a few times to get what I think it means. Good stuff that makes us think.
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