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My bones are dust
Mounded in mass graves.
My eyes, my ears, thoughts enslaved,
Indoctrinated.
This culture won’t mourn my death,
Though it will consume,
Or dismiss my intellect
Measured with ‘enlightenment’:
chronological snobs.
Devaluing difference
Faceless beyond phones
Clapping for cancel culture
Baiting and trolling
Edifying emphatic
polarisation.
Where are the free thinkers?
Ashes to ashes,
Only in dust do we trust.
Polyester rectangles
Litterin’ landscapes
Conflicting ideas
Flapping in
the wind
Well meant
Poorly executed
Easy profit
For manufacturing
Tearing fabric
Of cultural
Ideas Symbols
Representing peace
Surrender conquest
Empire sex
Bygone eras
Restoring greatness
Division hatred
Altruism avarice
All encompassing
Uniting the
Kingdom for
Which ends?
Time for
Raising standards
Replace our
Agenda, our
Polyester rectangles,
Ideas from
Flapping lips.
