They see swarming
We see calling
For Histories lost
And futures stopped
Gurning suits look proudly on
Their creation of shame born out of patronage
Victims required for illusion of empire.
Lack of care
Or hidden behind the caps of hate?
Envy and anger designed to inflict damage
Troll or bot or friendly fire?
The hurt is the same, the journey has been long
Pick the right fight
We are close to the finishing line,
Reject the ugly, embrace the goal.
Freedom of Movement
A right to live a life your own
A right to love in sun or snow
A hope and dream which can be real
No bank nor birth can stop the zeal which which we dare to start again
or try some shoes not otherwise worn
You would give that blessing away
to give mine too is not a game
It’s a pain endured, an agony, a crime
Our pattern pieces make sense sewn up
Torn apart, they are rags forgotten, unworn
in a drawer, an incomplete project
As elsewhere the future is forged without us.
You lose too.