We brace our necks.
We cower with the truth.
How many more lives?
broken, enslaved, lost
While we make excuses,
hoping that someone else,
anyone else,
would be less ashamed than I.
…
There are only two options.
There are no bystanders.
The kerosene has been poured.
That fire was the fire:
burning, blazing, consuming
Revival is coming.
Revival is now.
Prove Me Wrong
UF PRISM 