A priest, a king and a philosopher
Sat upon a hill
Contemplating how
They could possibly
Fly.

"Have faith,"
Declared the priest,
Silent, still, without
Changing a single line drawn on his face; "If
You but believe, God is obliged to grant it."

"Fear not!"
Cried the king
With iron flames in his
Eyes, that betrayed an impudent
Brutality - "I'll call upon my people; they
Are timid, will obey, to save their lives."

*This short piece is dedicated to those who have asked themselves "why?" and, having received the answer, have decided to do something about it*

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They stand on the corner of a street, or maybe on a bridge or in a park. They may be picketing at a political convention, voicing their dissent. They may be at an inauguration showing their disapproval of the elected official. They may be simply spreading information, or possibly they are merely bored and have nothing better to do. It really doesn’t matter. They are there, and that is enough.