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A box full of glowing heads
drones in the static
ghostly hands
reach from the television
yanking, grasping
at the tattered remains of hope
we are still holding
like a rope
even as the darkness is swirling
like a river of doubt
the voices remain, commanding
wailing like a siren
yet, joy is more than a feeling
and strength is more than these images
ordering us to fear
they may laugh and call us weak
but we are burning
alive, with the love that set fire to the universe
they may sneer and say that we’re fools
but we are turning away
from the whispers of despair
they may chuckle at our ideas of madness
but we are still dreaming of joy
even though joy defies all reason
I guess if they say that we’re a rebel
very well, then we’ll be proud to be one