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they won’t be satisfied and spin
the daily bruit the daily black and white disgorging
what maw some maelstrom
caught up in events as seems we are
rowdy roasts with one eye on the cameras
big man big man carrot and stickup
talked down and out who’s counting
between them crush and dwindle
what wasn’t light or peace or hope
but passed as precious
irretrieveable
mud morrow now where morning blight
it’s eerily sincere
sounds like next or never mind
and free’s a flag for burning
to this they bring us
choking at the trough or trope
barely breath a babble bauble
meant like murder
while I wake as someone else’s mother
to weigh my children deathwards
even the scholars
sitting out disaster on the verandah
find themselves
swimming into history
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