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Now we know what Stephen Miller looks like without his mask.

“To the Ones Coming After” (Grieg: Til Ungdommen)

Hard-pressed by enemies
Walk in your times
Bloodstained the storm of this
Deal with its real terms

Maybe you anguished ask
Stark in the open
How can I meet the fight
What is my weapon

Take this: defend yourself
Using the sword,
Trust in our only life
—Strongest when shared

Gather tomorrow’s seeds
Anywhere found
Whether you live to reap,
Furrow the ground

Fact’ries of armaments
Roll out the bombs
Death’s quiet diligence
Yields to our psalms

War is contempt for life
Peace is in making
Show them your teeth tonight
Something hard breaking

Cherish what’s beautiful
Now or from lapsed days
Seek out the farthest star
Get it to disclose

Plants uninhabited
Constellations rare
Out of your bravest leaps
Give them new air

Humans aren’t servants first
Earth isn’t stingy
If not enough is left
Someone has snatched it

Swarm them! Injustice now
Has to be shattered
Sunshine & bread & love,
Nothing else matters

Armies & border walls
No longer mustered
Learn with respect for life
Peace can be mastered

Those who in loving arms
Bear what is precious
Will not release to drop,
Never turn vicious

Let’s make this solemn vow
Hand in hand promised
Now it begins, one world
All of us flourish

Each of us nurturing
Share of the light
Part of the future born
Shorn of our harsh blight

Aux barricades!

Death Squads Execute Second Dissident.