the uniformity, encased, as if in amber,
in 9 to 5 lifestyles, in matching shirts and
belittling name tags?
How would one go about revolting
against false beliefs, churning
throughout the airwaves,
into the naïve mind?
How does one decide
if any issue
—propaghanda, news, hype, gossip—
should be of any concern
whatsoever?
When I am gone,
and you are gone,
the pissing, eating, sleeping, dying
will continue
until
we are all
gone.
We cannot, will not, shall not
be mistaken
for a colony of drones,
a militia of the misled,
an army of zombie-esque politicians,
or
a horde
of
bleeding hearts.
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