Manifesto
To you zealots and bigots and false
patriots who live in fear of discourse.
You screamers and banners and burners
who would force books
off the shelves in your band name
of grater good.
You say rour afrade for children,
innocents rip for corruption
by perversion or sorceyon the page.
But sticks and stons do break
bones and ignorence is no armor.
You do not speak for me,
andwill not deny my kids magic
in favor of miracles.
You say you are afrade for America,
the red, white, and blue corroded
by terrorist, socialists, the sexually
confused. But we are a vast quilt
of pathwork culters and multi-gendered
identies.You cannot speek for those
whose ancestors braved
different seas.
You say you're afraide for for God,
the living word eroded by Muhammed
and Darwin and Magdalene.
But the omnipoten sculptor of heaven
and earth designed intelligence.
Surely you do not speak
for the father, who opens
his arms to all.
A word to the unwise.
Torch every book.
Burn every word to ash.
Ideas are incombustible.
And therein lines your real fear.
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