Bullets sing prayers of the bothered, stunned & unholy ghost. Itchy fingers reach for doomsday buttons. Madmen with messiah complexes roam the streets & marbled halls of injustice. Daily chaos & political acrimony chip away at democracy, leave collective trust staggering towards the finish line. I don’t want a world where we must equip ourselves with bulletproof vests & hate-speech thesauruses to protect lives, translate dark thoughts into light. In this land where we’ve become one nation under siege with misgivings & unrest for all, it takes true warriors to think & act differently. Bear love guns, bliss bombs. Explode beauty, color, joy.