Portrait of a Leader and a Follower
Bound by my hands,
And fastened to a chair,
You say, “We’re friends.”
You say, “Stay there.”
Sunlight blinds my eyes.
Through the open window,
I hear cries.
You say, “I hear nothing.”
You shut the shade
And tape my eyelids
Open, while a movie plays
On a large, wide, white screen.
You say, “This is reality.”
I try to blink, but can’t.
You walk away and leave me there.
I cry, scream, and stare.
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