..trouble allowed..

..rageful cries is the language..    
..that centuries of fuckery breeds..  
    
..your unwillingness to sit with your discomfort..    
..while a peoples finally rip the cruelty of silence..    
..off their mouths..    
..is the regime still working its black magic in you..    
   
..i implore you to WEEP and swim in heartbreak..
..don’t apologize..    
..align with the unwavering grief..    
..of these deeply troubled days..    
   
..tears in the dirt..  
..is the most valuable currency of a peoples searching feverishly for meaning..