but the sun is
not the face of god
the low drone of planes
off in the distance
soft walls of consciousness
and
memory that i push against
on these scorched summer
afternoons
children ignorant and starving
in a
land where ignorance and
starvation are rights
given at birth
more laws for greater freedom
bigger wars for a better
selection
and what good is money,
really,
without all of the bright
shiny shit it
can buy?
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