The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

June 22, 2018

deathcamp for all of us

i can't do anything what is to be done

my friend and i usually discuss politics, heated debate,
and now, something else, a silence burned into us,
protest and violence and running beneath the surface
through hopelessness. we stared at each other and our
words were taken away. others write about suicide,
filling the space for us. friends dream of violent
revolution, their guns are not in our hands, some one
and another oppose the taking of lives, no matter how
reprehensible their actions, how vile their beliefs.

deathcamp x, refugees x, brutality x

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