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The Fall of Rugged Independence

I saw anger, justice, passion, engulfing a wheelchair, it  rolled down paper hallways dripping fire on empty words.
 
I saw despair, emaciation, dysphoria  eating away plastic chairs, while the sun’s energy broke down particles to mix in with stagnant air.
 
I saw  shame, fear, desperation flee into the ward with authority at its heels.
 
I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors reflecting back breaking points, lovelessness.
 
I saw provocation, hostility, inflammatory interrogations, the only hope– mass punishment.
 
I saw functional psychosis, dysfunctional intelligence, informal genuineness up against formal barriers.
 
I saw the roots of sexism, the pain of racism, the catastrophe of childhood, the brewing storm of war in hindsight.
 
I saw half of war, the half that left war, the half that had their country leave them, the half that left their other halves somewhere halfway across the world or halfway back  home.
 
I saw nightmares shared through walls, flashed through door windows, hallucinations travel from hall to hall, the doors only kept out bodies, they didn’t keep out nightmares.

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