I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society. - Andrea Gibson

NO SUCH THING AS THE INNOCENT BYSTANDER Silence rides shotgun wherever hate goes.

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly?
do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves?
does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother?
when the sand in the desert has been melted down to glass
and our reflection is not something we can stand to look at
does the white flag make for a perfect blindfold?
yesterday i was told a story
about this little girl in Iraq, six-years-old,
who cannot fall asleep
because when she does
she dreams of nothing
but the day she watched her dog
eat her neighbor's corpse.
if you told her war is over
do you think she can sleep?

EVEN WHEN THE TRUTH ISN’T HOPEFUL, THE TELLING OF IT IS.