The Silent Feast
Corruption reigns while silence is served.
We hone their knives with indifference,
keep polishing their plates with our fatigue.
The reckless and the cruel—
they feast well, for the tables are laid.
A democracy isn’t taken;
it’s surrendered, a napkin at a time.
We end the banquet by taking the plates away.
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