Disinterested

Are you hiding there

huddled hands behind

bricks of lies

formed in blood

built up in

fractured scars?

A disinterested

disinginuous pause;

bolstered bullets

blur between

blue lines.

Shadows naked,

as the restitution

rises over

scattered dreams

of nations

painted gold.

Is this what they

fought for?

Is this what they

died for?

Is this

the place we

stole and lied for?

A democracy.

Democratic

in its transpondence.

Complications that are

fed like hope

to cattle.

Wake up.

Holy Opiates

to subterfuge

the deluge of

bigger dreams,

better lives,

faster cars,

captivating

superstars.

Like a whisper;

We're fading too.

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