don’t give in to the maelstrom’s song
the downward spiral toward denial
of what your bones know is righteous or wrong
don’t let the harmonies that sing in your blood
go quiet and numb, muffled and choked
by the unfeeling actions of criminal hearts
there’s so much so much this onrushing tide
of gleeful cruelty and polished-brass venality that
to think of nothing to jettison hope can seem the softer path
but love dies when hearts go silent
and despair takes root when tears dry up
numbness saves no one not others not us
so let the feelings come seek them out
lean in and swim with the building wave
shout out rise up and take the beachhead
for this is a fight we dare not lose
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 