political critique
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They’re editing the dictionary in the dead of night,Crossing out ‘fascist’, underlining ‘polite’.They’re selling cheap comfort in a patriotic red,While they’re building new cages inside of your head. I got my free speech on a corporate leash.A trigger warning disclaimer before I can screech. And they told me my volume was frankly a crime,So I’m
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They wrap their hate in holy guise,call it mercy as innocence dies.Quote scripture like a butcher’s blade,and call the mutilation aid.They say it’s choice, they say it’s care,while breaking children mid-prayer.Freedom, they grin, with teeth too white,but freedom dies beneath their light.They call it speech, not damage, not sin.But if your words can cage a
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The news keeps loading incessantly,even when I try to disconnect.Deadlines, protests, power plays—I hold them like shifting sandand wonder why my hands feel heavy.They say democracy is delicate,and so am I.My empathy’s overdrawn again,each headline a debt I can’t repay.I used to rage fiercely.Now I refresh quietly.Now I fold laundrywith the volume mutedand call that
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I know the headlines by heart—doom in bold, blood in italics.The oceans are rising,the rights are receding,and the scroll is endless.They say it’s selfishto want a quiet lifewhile the world is burning.But I’m done performing grief,done screaming my lungs rawfor a system riggedbefore I could read.Tired of giving namesto every kind of broken.But still, I
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You call us thugs for marching straight,but cheered the mob that breached the gate. We raised our signs – they brought the noose.You said we riot – then turned them loose. We chanted names, you choked on facts. They carved their flags into the Capitol’s back.You banned our books, claimed moral high ground,while your “patriots”
I Wrote This Instead of Screaming 