...and if these hands become weapons,
bury them in burning sand.
...and if this mouth expells bitter words,
fill it with saccharine.
...and if these eyes burn holes in your head,
blind them with darkness instead.
...and when feet kick in defiance,
fit them with cement surroundings...

all for the one party plan,
a status quo incarnate.

[striking striking us down striking us down and keeping us there keeping us there there]

NB @ 4:03 PM

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