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I am not the bird who eats the mayfly.
I am not the grass-snake approaching in silence to feed itself on the frog.
I am not the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to the Saudis who are destroying a country where a child strives to survive, though all skin and bones with legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
My heart is with the twelve-year-old girl, a refugee on a small boat, who will not throw herself into the ocean because I shall prevent her being raped by a sea pirate;
And I am certainly not the pirate because my heart is fully capable of seeing and loving.
I am no member of the Border Patrol, whose exorbitant power I abhor and, if I must, I will pay with my blood to restrain and drain its power so that no more children, torn from their parents, perish in detention camps from self-inflicted death.
I will not acquiesce to the feigned ministration of justice by a pompous hypocrite.
I shall wage constant battle against those who merely shrug their shoulders, pleading ignorance or apathy; and against others who, with callous intent, scheme to advance their noxious agenda.
And I shall constantly continue my struggle against my shadow side as did Jacob with the angel who could not prevail over him, for though I may walk away limping, I will have emerged victorious.
And I will have been transformed.
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