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there is a place for times like this

where old revolutionaries thought

gone still gather to talk about how

they overcame persecuting days in

another country. for decades they

have roamed our city streets in the

shadows quietly observing how the

truth that helped make them more

human is so carefully crushed now

by an authoritarian flattery that has

seduced the nation to a culture of

threat with well-placed lies ready

to violently pounce on the innocent

without consequence. I sat on the

stoop with these old rebels wondering

out loud with them what it would mean

to live unafraid from those you have

called your own? last night with these

old friends, I opened the Bible searching

with a flashlight for a few lines to speak

to our times only to find pages full of words

that pulled back all the blinds and questioned

the piety of this season of hate. these old

insurrectionists who have lived for so long

among those who want to do them in,

still say in this haunted world a new

day will come—so I will remain with them

measuring each day with the intelligence that

offers generous lasting change.