we gather cold night in warm
hearts, hearts big enough with
remembering. under this same
moon, hundreds of thousands
of our brothers and sisters are
stolen away in a hungry silence.
voices lost to the noise of their
cruel genocide. bad suits still
dropping bad money down
small chimneys this christmas.
limp children, all we need to know
to break our silence on this struggle.
they have tried again to distract,
reframe it through their lens, but we
are wise to their ways. we see, we
have seen, for it was done to us.
there exists a beautiful symmetry
to our people, and it is this symmetry
that pens of history will correct,
are correcting.
their lie will dissolve on their
tongues like a bitter pill and in this
cold night our prayer for your
days in sun will come.
in this famine of compassion, we are with you. for
you are the nourishment to all our hearts.
your starved voices are heard in our world.