Beneath the shouting
I hear the stillness
The voices silenced
by fear
by anger
by hate
I see them
crouching
hiding
afraid
Eyes lowered to the ground
just getting along
No sudden movements
just getting by
And those of us
who don’t know these things directly
may no longer be silent
May no longer only say,
I am with you.
We must get our boots on.
And fight.
Very nice.