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the jaw that broke the mammal's back I've been holding on to this tension Now, for more than a year In my mind In my bones In my jaws— that keep preparing for the next shoe to Stomp, Drop— the next bomb aimed at those who can resist it the least. Middle East— while the rest rehearse their middling ease beside the biggest fire to ever be mistaken for policy How much can a civilization take Take and take from the world before it's enough. It's this vile embalmed lie Being told, sold, over and over Never quite proven But acted upon— pawns in a game those reviled men play. An entire country roasts in decay. So... While you are planning your next excursion your next camping trip your next big purchase I have been counting. Accounting for how many dead kids how many burnt schools how many razed bridges What else will need to be erased For you to see the raised flag of Fascism. So... when I say how can you keep making plans And you reply— 'What do I do Stop living' No. But be glad That you had the choice. TiB
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
the jaw that broke the mammal's back
the jaw that broke the mammal's back I've been holding on to this tension Now, for more than a year In my mind In my bones In my jaws— that keep preparing for the next shoe to Stomp, Drop— the next bomb aimed at those who can resist it the least. Middle East— while the rest rehearse their middling ease beside the biggest fire to ever be mistaken for policy How much can a civilization take Take and take from the world before it's enough. It's this vile embalmed lie Being told, sold, over and over Never quite proven But acted upon— pawns in a game those reviled men play. An entire country roasts in decay. So... While you are planning your next excursion your next camping trip your next big purchase I have been counting. Accounting for how many dead kids how many burnt schools how many razed bridges What else will need to be erased For you to see the raised flag of Fascism. So... when I say how can you keep making plans And you reply— 'What do I do Stop living' No. But be glad That you had the choice. TiB
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
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