November 10, 2020 A charade for all to view. You take people’s hopes and twist them into fears. Wrap your arm around their shoulders, while clutching a knife behind your back. You neatly construct the fires with fear creating the base. A healthy dose of suspicion then layer on the lies and douse it all with hate. Your favorite thing by far is to stand back and watch like an adoring father as his child takes their first step. But fear and hatred are your only spawn. Up into the sky reach the flames, arms stretching in every direction. Suffocating all life, all hope, all kindness in its path. Only black ash remains as you walk away. But your path is not ours. We bypass the heavy hatred and willful ignorance. We follow light, freedom, and equality. Into your burnt and decimated terrain we drop seeds of hope and change.