Cloth and Dye

We can hear their chanting even if we are deaf. We can see their malfeasance even if we’re blind. They turn our earth and churn out our roots. They poison the water that feeds our minds. We see it coming like the evening dark, we hear it roar like thunder storms. They sow their seeds and expect us to nurture their growth. They expect us to succumb to their rules of law. Fascism waves its banner high but cloth and dye will not dim our light. Fascism scratches at our way of life but it will never own our days and nights.