dreams of cinemas and churches and
where the people once were – empty
now we fill the spaces between spaces
countless coughs in crammed corridors
attentions misdirected by magic words
earth salted, unsowable
incongruous truths, convenience be damned
give me liberty or give us death
silver screens absent of light motions, horror worship
a patriot once whispered
upon her deathbed
to anyone listening,
still trying to understand
the things patriots say,
“you must know that
the child of freedom
you must know that
freedom is a razor.”
5 thoughts on “On the pleasures of being lied to”
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Wow, the last line about freedom being a razor really hit home.
fucked up times, these are. thank you x 1,000,000 for reading and taking time to respond.
Indeed, these are some of the worst of times.
It’s my pleasure 💐