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.
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