A Hundred Fictions Deep

Here are the facts as we know them: History is a wildfire from which our ancestors never escaped. Hate is the match that sparked the first flame. Truth and justice have been buried in a grave, a hundred fictions deep. Guns have become the new god. Its bullets, disciples. Every night, that sound you hear is Mother Liberty grinding her teeth in her sleep. When you pick a rose, it is better to offer it as a gift of beauty, rather than something to place on America’s grave.

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