The dream soaks the dreamer in gasoline. Untethered by the rancour of days gone past, The resulting fires mourn rather than indulge. Silence in the era of screaming is culpable righteousness.
Every effort made and every plan laid to rest. Some bricks will protest only after the wall is built. Jailers and wardens will not mute the orchestra of riots. Privilege isn’t good fortune and oppression isn’t free.