The town crier sent a message to the priest. Said he could not escape… said he couldn’t believe… the things he saw… the things he did… the nightmares in his head… the trouble.

The priest wrote back and began the thread. Said, try to relax… calm your noisy head. Said, all this has happened before… the corruption and the war. Exploitation… degradation… the slaughter of the innocents… it’s all gonna happen again.

again
…again
……again
………again

The walrus sent a message to his generals. Said, send those dirty bastards down a fiery hole. Don’t hesitate… don’t make me wait. These are evil people… smite their bodies to the floor.

The general wrote back… and advanced the thread. Said try to think about this with a cooler head. Said, all this has happened before. The trouble and the war. The encroachment of the enemy… the brave heroes lost… it don’t have to happen again.

again
…again
……again
………again

But all along the world wide web… the words contained in the tiniest thread… stitch a patch quilt picture of truth… from Ramallah to the Hague… from Berlin to Jerusalem… from sea to shining sea… from the barrio to the penthouse suite…

What does it say about you?
What does it say about me?
What will it say about us?