Gouge my eyes
Flay my skin
Stitch it up with mortal sin
Eat my flesh
Grind my bones
Cover me in crimson tones
No longer are we
The Land of The Free
Put self,
before sweet Liberty
Extinguish my torch
Extinguish the light
As we all ‘go gentle
into that good night’
Very timely and imaginative, Stephen. A frightening synthesis of what is happening.
magnifique-ne jamais abandonner 🇲🇫
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Stephen Atkinson
Thu 6th Mar 2025 22:42
Merci beaucoup, Tom! 😃
And, yes, Stephen, I think frightening is the word. We can only hope...
And thanks to everyone for the likes. Always appreciated 🌷