Borders are scratched across the hearts of men, by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink along the map turn red. – Marya Mannes Border Crossing (front and reverse) Bob Haozous 1991Marzieh Ghiasi
Your sword can be a sermon — Ragtime, (Musical)
Or the power of the pen.
Teach every child to raise his voice
And then, my brothers, then
Will justice be demanded
By ten million righteous men.
Make them hear you.