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Jul 2021
Everyone marches in a single file down the street.

Then those people chant
La Revolution! through the street.

So revolution comes for them,
and blood runs through the streets.

Then they scream for peace,
the ivory tower of deceit looking down upon the street.

And then they scream for truth,
and the truth beats them to their knees.

Then they scream for death.
the realization they wasted what they had.

They wasted the chance to be free.
I watch in awe of the Sydney protests, that nobody took their freedom seriously until it was taken away. Now their past lives are rendered inconceivable and their future uncertain. They fight because they've had nothing to fight for. They punch aimlessly because they've never felt threatened.

The beautiful demise of the greatest time in time human history...

Has come to pass.

We were given it all, we wasted it all. And a new era will separate the living from the living dead.
Written by
Mathieu  25/M/Darwin, Australia
(25/M/Darwin, Australia)   
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