How does one merely object to corruption?

When all that would amount to is an exhalation

A statue is made to crumble

But a statement is eternal

I’m alone again

I didn’t know loneliness like this could exist

In my “home country”

Where I hide from even myself

The insidious sensationalist ethos

Entwined with noxious entitlements

Layered in chemical chaos

Wra...

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