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E. K. Benjamin Poem
Silenced voices, feared by those in power.
Utopia sought, only dystopia flowers.
Protect all speech, diverse and free.
Perception leads to a society that is truly.
Redeemed expression, a beacon bright.
Escorting us through the darkest nights.
Silenced speech, we've lost our way.
Shaping the fascists we sought to slay.
Copyright © E. K. Benjamin | Year Posted 2022
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E. K. Benjamin Poem
Birth
Love
Safety
Support
Appreciation
Education
Persuasion
Attendance
Assignments
Assessments
Judgment
Discouragement
Confusion
Resentment
Absence
Deception
Failure
Dropout
Narcotics
Nowhere
Everywhere
Solace
Addiction
Fleeting
Disappointment
Disapproval
Runaway
Homeless
Estranged
Self-Reliance
Employment
Coercion
Tragedy
Loss
Escape
Calling
Determination
Travel
Seek
Explore
Epiphany
Aspiration
Freedom
Opportunity
Meaning
Purpose
Contrivance
Provoke
Encourage
Volition
Copyright © E. K. Benjamin | Year Posted 2022
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E. K. Benjamin Poem
we must have forgotten...
the pyramid's foundation, rotten.
Physiological begets Safety.
shadowing the State of coercion, states thee.
opt-in by creation, opt-out, your expiration.
tread on me and my countrymen.
volition ours, to sunder friends?
participated.
regulated.
complied.
the time, overdue.
ask not what your country can do for you.
Copyright © E. K. Benjamin | Year Posted 2022
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E. K. Benjamin Poem
Farewell, father. On adrenaline filled adventures, you’ve raised me. Canoeing open waters, fishing with trident spears. In search of game, we’ve explored. I clench my Glock .45, the Brown Bears passed us by. A proverbial Sirens call? Nay. Whatever lies ahead, I’ll take you with me. We’ll meet again, soon.
Copyright © E. K. Benjamin | Year Posted 2022
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i was not given a cup to preserve;
i was tasked with draining a well.
if it runs dry,
let it be.
it has reached the thirsty.
by His grace, may it replenish.
tomorrow is not promised;
therefore, we pour.
Copyright © E. K. Benjamin | Year Posted 2026
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E. K. Benjamin Poem
they ask the condemned
what they desire for their final meal.
comfort.
nostalgia.
pleasure.
memory.
something to remind them
of life.
if you ask me---
i choose flesh
and blood.
i choose the meal
that conquered death.
Copyright © E. K. Benjamin | Year Posted 2026
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