“A Revolutionary Act A hug, a moment of embrace; once an ordinary thing, now an act of revolution. See her smile there! The mask of shame lifted; teeth, shining bright against the gold of the sun; it's rays of love wrap the skin as if to say, "it's okay." A touch has become a weapon. The evil use it against us, as they label us dirty and contaminated. Uncover and breathe the free air again! I set the captive free from demonic chains that bound the humblest of folk~ confined no more by their black cloak. We run through green meadows, lined with blue and purple violets and daisies. Children laugh and throw toys about like the free-spirited tots they are. The lowly, lifted up upon our barter of silver and gold; hungry no more. The psychopath, brought down by the wolves; hunted, as the masses grow weary. Tired of their lies and raunchy alibis they ready themselves to strike at the polls. No more will they accept their false claims that we are a danger to ourselves and others. No more shaming the unmasked; we will live free or die fighting!” RevolutionPoemPoem About FearPoem About Coronavirus Author:Kara D. Spain