Abolitionist
nothing hurts
like ignored, absolute proof.
they fight you on it.
they stuff people in those ships
even during your speech.
you live with their hatred.
they want to kill you.
you might not see children,
or old age.
if you disappear one dusk,
the world just goes on,
full of shackles and whippings,
and no god, no one,
to pull your corpse out of a pit.
or out of the same seawater
sailed by those ships.
and yet you speak on,
even as the gun barrels stare.
whose "rockets' red flare"?
you keep on.
because of what can and should be,
everywhere,
must.
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