every curtain will be stolen from

entitlement

each grain of dirt will raise

it’s raucous voice above

and over manners

 

while atoms bond

air will ignite for

blood is fuel enough

as gravity exists

believable in it’s force

 

secure each ideal

under fire from

truthful lies repeated

within freedom’s

monopoly of slaves

 

these days shall soon decay

and time shall re-cast

the farce of history

lest we stand...

light-up and run