Raw

Jul 11, 2010 23:37

Sitting on the steps. Surrounded by fallen placards. We screamed ourselves raw because our kings had gone insane.

And now they dine on truffles while we skirmish in the streets, blaming our brothers for losing our unwinnable war. The only way to win is, truly, not to play. Only the silent have saved their voice, only to hide in shadow.

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And while concerned community leader-victims lock their children under the stairs, we will raise law-illiterate ninjas. We train them with swords, free-thought and null-logic strength-through-organism. Our beloved boys will push through tissue-paper walls that a million words could not destroy.

And our blood will not go on your books. When you destroy our words, we'll scream novellas. When you lock down our names, we'll be reborn on our own terms. When you track our movements as with the species you endangered, we'll tear off our skin and walk home.

And when you find us sifting through your garbage (as you did when you took the names our fathers gave us moons ago), we'll stare you down with the eyes of the noble savage. There's a core in every human mind, that you never had, that you cannot steal.

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