The palindrome falls on shadowed riots, clamoured mediocrity and fever of falsified truths- hyper-normalised until we’re writhing in animatronic snake oil.
What’s worse, the hysteria or the disease?
Over-indulge the fascists kiss their fists as they flail in cognitive dissonance- white knuckles dragging to the rhythm of another media blag.
Patriotism cradles their fear and wraps it in red, white, and blue; a stifled tricolour vision, bathed in sanctified blood-clotted volition. They’ll never let them come clean they need their repugnance, and inability to see that hope is an option but the disparity is always just a news broadcast away.