Insidious undercurrents still run deep Like hate filled tendrils wrapped tight Around the heart of men believing That there vision is the only one That truly matters in the collection Of voices that arise in opposition Me too they scream and our lives matter Where from their position of power All lives matter in an affirmation Of privilege and mockery of the experience That others think they are entitled to Rise up and share the same space Where wrapped in white hoods They looked down on those viewed as less Fearing that someone they deem less Deserving may get more While they settle for less themselves Willfully blind to the bigger picture Where everyone deserves better When hands are used to lift up Instead of pushing down to see Just a little bit further to see How far below we are together
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