Pengician
Cursive coup
Quiet,
Fired with a sharp pen,
To cut off thumbs and heads,
From counting right.
A few nods rehearsing the usual anthem,
While throat goes hoarse,
From shouting no into microphones with no speakers.
This is no holy sign,
No cross lifted for redemption.
It is a nailed decree,
Spikes driven through bread,
Through breath,
Through tomorrow.
What is freedom when consent is forged?
One hand signs million lives edited,
To move like herds to a place
Where mouths are tales,
And silence, deep silence is patriotism.
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