I’m
hearing something to
the
effect of gunshots and steel
on a
canvas of
humanity
shouting-demanding-screaming.
I can
hear words like
“liberty” and “freedom”
“liberty” and “freedom”
and no
one even has to say
“revolution”
and I’m
feeling it along
with them
only in a way
one
could call
“retroactive”
because
you know that’s what they fought for
and
we’re the thing they’d
keep
fighting for if they weren’t
just
voices in a history book.
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