Sugar buns and Kalashnikovs

2033

There is nothing new to see.

Repeat our sordid history-

Parrot.

Our never agains,

That never becames-

Like ventriloquist dummies.

On a pedal loop.

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Children still reared on,

Sugar buns or Kalashnikovs

Depending on the fates.

The place.

Destined to death

Or resplendence.

Decadence or destitution.

Blood defines a destiny.

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The land we charred fighting back

Doubling down flames-

With the venom

Of the betrayed.

Lashing out in white hot

Licking fury.

A phoenix from

the ashes of despair.

We amassed.

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Ice cold heart-melting

Into a tsunami of grief,

For the guardian it should have had

But lost. Somewhere –

Between the search bar and the

Steam train.

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The fake news. And the diatribes.

We never even tried.

This beast we unleashed.

With a nonchalant,

Swipe left-

of the hand.

Stirred-

By relentless abuse.

Finally fighting back.

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Time was an ally

Nevermore.

Long before 2024.

• Image Acknowledgement: dalee Generated
• AI Free Acknowledgement: This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI