The Unknown Citizen

Blood runs hot in government offices fueled with the unknown citizen and the about-to-be. Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the meaning of freedom. Follow the fluttering and tattered flag and you'll find the emptiness one dreams about. Friendships made and unmade, betrayals reveal political lines on potholed roads. (you're free?) (we don't care, we don't care) You're free, alone amongst the party loyalists and the damned. Follow winding corridors through closed doors. Follow patriotic thoughts and the hungry hyenas will gather. Follow them on the untrodden land and contingent lines you make. Wander the scattered chiefdoms into the horizons which still keep the graves and their remembrance alive.