Jericho Let them come.
Jericho
Let them come. Let them march around
our home. But this time we are the ones inside, on the
verge of terror. Instead of love and
elation,
these trumpets sound with hate –
ripping every shred of safety from our bones. They cannot
understand. They cannot see the
millions who are hidden behind the paper wall, their futures
pinned up – target practice for these
soldiers of
hate. They can’t see what we can:
A people
torn by difference and discomfort. A wall, crashing down for all the wrong reasons.
Ears turned to those ever-frightening trumpets, because they grow louder each day.
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It’s a barren landscape – our country
shifting leaders, shifting beliefs, shifting loyalty. But we rise
lifting our voices to drown out the sound
of a crumbling safety net. We sing the
vicarious song of hope, and we lean on
each other. Because there is no one else.
still, we rise.