Schism
With the death of freedom
the world celebrates its liberty
and as the itinerant children of futures dream
wept in their unborn purgatory
the applause rang loud for ever more
even more security
Yes for this day and this day only
for this dust, for this thirst
this indigent clawing at life's throat
may appease these misanthrope moments
and give us all
the delusions of hope
Pass around the syringe of instant relief
and break to dysfunction everyones heart
let us feast on starvations freedom
and on the pyre of authority throw our children
for the world is not of tomorrow
but for this day and this day only
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