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Put me on a dusty bookshelf in an office stinking of cigarette smoke
Push me to the bottom of a mold-infested trunk
Rip out my pages and sprinkle me over a funeral pyre
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Break and bruise my spine
Drown my wealth in the kerosene of greed and condescension and set it ablaze.
Tell everyone “There’s nothing worth seeing, move on”
MOVE ON
Make me believe it too
Smudge the ink on my pages
So I too buy into your secondhand lies; like there’s nothing worth knowing.
Let the termites eat away at my history
So all I find is a tattered net of forgotten dreams and
once great men grabbing at first-world coat-tails.
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Trade my fireside tales for a pair of shoes (for charity of course) and a call to action
Tell me to let go, move on
MOVE ON!
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Of bitter bureaucrats and crumbling bungalows in a struggling city.
Grind my story into dust beneath your heavy boot, it is done.
*The revolution has been colonized*
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