Existential loneliness, hypersensitivity, intellectual hunger
The creator who took on the role of a martyr.
Hatred of sterile cleanliness,
under which decay is hidden.
Spit demonstratively on their snow-white facade.
The hive that devours everything in its path.
They turned our longing for authenticity
into a commodity.
choose between chemical happiness and existential truth
a torn identity, a pill as surrender.
your frame will soon collapse
the scars have already healed, you need to cut open your skin again.
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Liberals and Republicans are devouring each other.
Liberals are trading our longing on the cultural capital exchange,
while their funds quietly buy up mines and their children attend Harvard.
They trade our future.
Republicans—their freedom to shoot anyone who looks different.
They talk about family while ordering dinner for one in a forty-room mansion.
You talk about choice, but your choice is between plague and cholera.
Behind the scenes, it's the same director.
Your slogans are death in sterile packaging.
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As I read this, you argue that there's no difference between them. Correct?
Brave effort.
For me, it is a poetic expression of deep disappointment in political theater. What do you think about these parties?
If what we are talking about is politicians, then depending where you live, they are more or less puppets in the thrall of big business, wealth and power.
Your title is a slight enigma. What do you mean by this?
When the the two become extreme they become the same Fascists and Communists the right becomes the left and the left the right both rule with oppression. It is meant to be no choice only the magicians choice where it matters not what you choose it always comes up with what the guiding power wants. Illusion is the name of the game. A lovely write
This is a very valid arguement. Its like parlour tricks to entertain the masses.
There is no free choice only options that don't matter
This is a very political driven poem. Your choice of words get the opinion and imagery through perfectly. Sad but true, im afraid. The vices of capitalism strikes again.
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