letters

mother! i cry, captive of the wind

carrying my voice for those to hear who

accept failure is not an option & instead pursue

the package of progress, the patch of promise

a battle cry to be heard, 

let me tell you what i saw today

when i was downtown with 200k others

in the heart of the city of the nation,

a swamp raised to stand above the world. with

flags & 

signs &