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Ted's avatar

The tyrant feeds on fear and hush,

On silence bent by weary dust.

A single voice may seem too thin,

Yet echoes grow when whispers twin.

They tell us, “Bow, accept, comply,”

But truth still burns behind the eye.

A chain is strong when hands enlace,

A thousand sparks can light a place.

So gather, weave, resist, persist,

The tide will turn, the dawn insists.

No power holds when all arise—

Do not panic, organize.

Deanne Decker's avatar

I’m reading and watching The Contrarian, Joyce White Vance, and Heather Cox Richardson

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