Friday, July 15, 2011

the hell that is

a brightly lit city street
is the equivalent of a cell block
is just another way to wall you in...
do not be afraid
though you are free to fear them.
instead you may want to fear something more terrible
use your imagination
think of all the dark places you could be
while on that bright street 
laugh at your captors.
laugh at your mortality...
because you are not in those dark places
but instead on that city street
which is itself a lesser hell
than what could be...
Our deaths are assured.
Our lives uncertain.
Our freedom taken.
Our minds fooled.
Our children killed in the womb...
Our families impoverished...
Our land usurped.
Lies are told.
THAT WHICH CREEPS UPON THE EARTH
THAT WHICH HIDES BENEATH STONE
THAT WHICH DOES NOT WARN
THAT WHICH DELIVERS VENOM
SILENTLY.

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