Never again will we entertain this tyranny that wears a thousand divisive masks but is always a scared and greed-scarred child-man hiding behind a curtain.
Some days I wondered if you were thinking of me. But it was just a passing thought, and eventually these disappeared too. My smile grew bigger and tears stopped flowing. While mum worked hard to put food on the table, I taught myself to skip rocks, tie my shoe laces, and kick a soccer ball straight.
What if we rewarded kindness instead of singing, compassion instead of acting, and generosity instead of sport? What if our heroes spread fulfillment instead of entertainment, dedication not distraction, and what if we didn’t need a reason to cry?