can this justice be found?
blood smears the ground
smoke fills my lungs
this disgust
this rage
rising
the pamphlets read:
"we stand for
civility
for
decency
for
western
civilization
itself"
so this is its core?
we do things as they have been done
because they were done?
because it's been a long time now?
are we a generation of the Roman Peace?
and how can the lie be untied?
when the knot holds the mind together?
when that sickly cord
rounds the earth
who dares show their blade in opposition to it?
who dares tug at its loose strands?
who dares comment that a knot is only
loose thread and friction?
yes, fiction
it is a story
where others may be told
it is not permanence, but illusions of it
where it can be built,
we can tear it down
and build together again