I wear red. Not to glorify the fight, but those who fought it,
so my only fightis this long lineup
in a busy
shopping
season.
I wear red. Not to come against peace, but to show gratitude,
in the tiniest morsel.
A pin-prick on my finger
for the millions who have died
(on all sides)
so my peace,
in mind and body,
can be full.
I wear red. Not to support war or its purposes,
but to remind myself
no argument
is worth that kind of battle.
I wear red because I am ashamed
to be part of a generation
who forgets
who denies
who placates
who whines
who does not know what it means
to wear red.
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