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Blue eyes narrow at her, discerning
the intent behind her words. He’s long
since learned the ways of the oppressive,
of lacing toxic in their words and tearing
down the walls of the house the oppressed
are trying to build. But she seems sincere
to which he can duck his head and let a
r u e f u l t w i s t rest upon his lips.
( around them, volunteers are setting up,
there are signs and congregating groups
and they are p r o u d and l o u d. )
“In not so kind words. Thank you, I think.
I truly believe we’re doing the right thing,
the BEST thing, we can for the people.”
“Don’t you?”