Unity
A kind of deficiency in my kind to be kind,
cravenness has bred cruelty, contempt of self the moldings of a misanthrope
and brutal loathing, lonesomeness - the liquidation of every liberty with impunity.
For we slapped each other’s backs,
congratulatory because we were all born under the dogma but now are no longer slaves, emancipated, no longer on parole, but unified in our discontent for fugitive pleasures, the rights to be free we have so dreadfully fought for. So what can you promise me with any lasting substance or depth oh fleeting liberty? The finality of an act with no encore.
Gary Edward Geraci