Do you remember the days when we first met?
The tides that brought us together,
and the thoughts that maybe,
just maybe,
we could be free together?
And how we lived with passion,
slept with and ate of it
passion for a world with no hatred,
deriving sustenance from our love
so long ago?
I tell you now
what I should have told you then
of the enemies you would make
by speaking aloud
of your vision for a perfect world.
When they come for you,
you will be asleep in the wee hours
and they will not have uniforms
or identification
or a warrant for your incarceration.
You will be blindfolded and beaten,
held for 24 hours
and beaten again to soften you up
so that you won't be lucid
when they ask for your confession.
You will not be killed,
you will not be a martyr.
You will simply disappear.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Do you remember the days when we first met?
The tides that brought us together,
and the thoughts that maybe,
just maybe,
we could be free together?
And how we lived with passion,
slept with and ate of it
passion for a world with no hatred,
deriving sustenance from our love
so long ago?
I tell you now
what I should have told you then
of the enemies you would make
by speaking aloud
of your vision for a perfect world.
When they come for you,
you will be asleep in the wee hours
and they will not have uniforms
or identification
or a warrant for your incarceration.
You will be blindfolded and beaten,
held for 24 hours
and beaten again to soften you up
so that you won't be lucid
when they ask for your confession.
You will not be killed,
you will not be a martyr.
You will simply disappear.
This is purely for entertainment and metaphoric purposes. I do not insinuate illegal activity by any lawful organization.
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