History began before I was born;
before air struck the
gong of life
into my insignificant
life.
Millennia, centuries,
decades, years
wrote pages of
experience
in chapters we choose to
ignore
or pass as fantasy
belonging in parallel
universes
and otherworlds.
We mark the
anniversaries
with blindness
as the remembrances of
others
fade with their dying.
But our world, formed in
love,
is tainted and defiled
by pen and sword
and the executions
of bigots.
And on this day.
THIS day,
we celebrate life,
reprieve,
and the opportunity
fail again.
To those who make
decisions;
to those who pedal death,
street-sellers of hate
and mistrust,
I bequeath history your
nightmare
from which you cannot awaken.
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