“It is the finest blades that are the most easily bent, blunted, or broken.”
They came for my mother.
And I went back to school.
They came for my brother.
And I moved to France.
They came for my family.
So I renounced them.
And then there was only me.
And there was no one left to be the board.
Or the committee.
Or the judge or jury.
So I alone impeached him.
Yet he is the dethroned King, we still love.
Have no choice in loving.
His betrayal we hate, is but waves unable to even toggle granite and marble.
Stone.
Towering Mind.
My Father is now once a Man.
Neal Cormier 