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  • Now that no world is new
    Now that ("next to of course god") America has a bald head
    not that of the eagle it sports so proudly
    but of an elder
    and without the wisdom it preposterously entails
    Now that its body extending far south rebels against itself
    a consequence of its life of excesses
    like a kid stubbornly doing the exact opposite of what its parents say
    and succumbs to a reinvigorated strain of the same old paternalistic red flags of yore
    Now that the Old World dies a slow death
    Now that we understand we're landlocked planet-wise for the long-term
    and consume the symbols of its awareness like buying spikes from the crown of the Christ
    Now that we don't do better, we don't choose better
    and we only pick the lesser of evils because that's what's left to pick
    Now that what seems good is just lighting and props and make-up
    but in the wings everyone else is the same old rot
    Now that everything is upfront and obvious
    Now that all the tools are at arm's length
    and everyone transits around the same screens with a light-emitting-diode tanned face
    Now that we all speak mostly the same language
    but are too distracted to speak anything meaningful
    and forgot what it means to look in the eye and stand for our words
    Now that, even when The Man, Big Brother, The System or whatever you want to call it has had its private parts exposed for everyone to see
    and there are people imprisoned in this or that way because of it with the blessings of the same pretty noble faces that defend fashionable equalities
    Now that the world is old, now that terror is the easiest excuse, the nearest scape-goat, now that drones are not the male bees anymore and children are shot for wanting to learn, now that it's cool to not give a fuck, now that Revolution is the name of slabs of metal
    and everything else is just "glass, concrete and stone", now that "it is just a house, not a home"
    nobody's at home
    and no home's at the body
    Now that some say
    the Romans have come
    where the Romans have gone?
    I have become
    unsafe
    even inside
    me.
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