The Night Freedom Died
Heritage enclaves of my memory
dissolved away ...
Disappeared the night my freedom died
I woke up the next day,
my liberty completely necroticized
Seeing my new reality
thru dead tyranny zombie eyes
No more freewill;
just a mindless shuffling along,
doing whatever the public broadcast loudspeaker says
Eating maggots of putrid propaganda
rotting in empty kiosks
The whole democratic terrain
looking like burnt out, overturned dumpster bins
Trash of former protests strewn everywhere:
Posters, T-shirts, lots of trinkets
Sad scenes of survivalists giving suicide embraces
to each other in CDC issued blankets
A virulent strain of fascism has swept the land,
a democracy eating pestilence
Airborne swirls of tattered newspaper —
remnants of an extinct free press,
drifts windward towards the sky
As I look uncaring
with dead tyranny zombie eyes,
having no recollection of the day before
Not remembering the night my freedom died
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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