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Aug 2020
They teach it to them when they're very young,
the consequence of stepping out of line.
They chant and sing and make them swear an oath
to concepts children scarcely can define.

Enlightened to the gills they all must be,
and wealthy too, and healthy little kings!
How cheaply liberty is made for them,
like leaded water from the tap it springs:

to watch collapse from comfortable seats
until the seat and window are no more!
No, nothing now remains except the hole
where a seeming person was before.

I pray to God that whatever takes hold
of them at that time has a human soul.
August 2020
Written by
Ira Bruno  29/Here, Now
(29/Here, Now)   
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