Fleece Brutality

Say it loud

For those with fabrics of being

Tattered and broken

Returning to the Earth they were sewn from

For those who wish

Their bodies were wrapped in cloth dyed differently

Not dying instantly

With fabric and colours more forgiving

For those who

Wish their brothers in uniform

Were draped in understanding

And wore fabrics with more breathing room

For those who were opposed

To the hand-me-downs of a naked truth

Having entered this world

Without any clothes at all

We are all stained

From the blood on the leaves

Cotton fiber strands floating carefree

Billowing in winds of unease

For those who cannot wait for the day

The blue-blood bruised cloths

Adorning those who were once royalty

Will no longer be canvases

For fleece to be hung from