Hard truths are a winding maze…
Defy, defend, depose.
No laws
in lands
that were stolen…
from the beholdened.
No hard acts
to follow,
no bitter pill
of defeat
to swallow.
Hypocrisy and contradiction,
not strange bedfellows…
but a union
with impeccable diction,
that is sickening
and wielded
by the wicked.
An insidious cabal
is in the halls,
a call was made…
it was written
in ink, alas
but my brethen
don’t read…
fertile grounds
for the devil’s workshop,
as that which has spilled
cannot be sopped
up…
as the wages must
be tendered… and we reap what we have sown.
A live reading of the piece with musical frequencies by way of the SuperCousins Initiative as the medium of transport.
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