'If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?' ~Rumi

where there is bile
return to lullaby

when there are fists
hold fast to flowers

when they throw you chains
knit a shawl

if it rains tongues of nails
become a hammer

When they staple our mouths
strum guitars

when they ask for selfishness
stand in solidarity

when they scream for death
scatter sunflower seeds

if they bring starvation
make a soup from your memories

As they sell you perfection
make a crack

When they build walls
design doors

when they preach paradise
close the door
it is here, inside

as they bellow me me me
whisper goldenly
we we we