It kills its own people it throws them in chains it poisons and browbeats and perverts and stains the notions upon which its foundations rest whilst telling the world that it alone knows best. It is a foul hegemon whom none can touch it grabs after anything not in its clutch it bombs using robots that skip through the winds won’t ever atone for its myriad sins. We average citizens huddle afraid not knowing when next will come a no-knock raid and fear for our safety and fear for our lives here under the gaze of that all-seeing eye. What happened to noble e pluribus unum? The making from Many a singular One? It fell by the wayside it’s gone from this pale its Renaissance notions are rotten and stale - the rich they get richer beyond comprehension whilst poor people simmer in abject dejection. The Many they sit in their homes watching telly their willpower sapped and their minds turned to jelly with cheap and fast food stuffed down into their bellies their snifters all brimming with gin vodka brandy. Now what does it do the Ynki hegemon? It wastes all the goodwill that it ever won by trying to force the world’s collected nations to dance to the whim of its cruel machinations. Don’t give in please stay strong speak truth unto power this here is our moment our bright finest hour - by keeping awareness consistent and pure we’ll find for these problems a suitable cure.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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