CANDID

Let’s march for civility

In bare view of their carriage

Expose the mounds of their sustenance

Canals of access and exit

Unshaven tresses

Ever flowing sap of our second sight

Display all stretched and dull marks of courage

Let little girls and babies be front-runners

Visual portraits of preservation

Symbols of LOVE and RESPECT

Artless realism of what has and is to come

Messengers of right and proper grounding

For we have failed to solve the rubrics of our existence

Heartless emphasis on have to do with

Yours not mine

I don’t care

Look outward but reflectively inwards as you walk

Yours is mine in moral certainty

Mine is evenhandedly yours

Stand behind the little ones with hands together

Your right to a piece as is mine

Come face to face with burning coals of your private thoughts

The catalytic agent of detached fury

Energy held in reserve to be like

Them and you

We march in truth for self-control