Semi-Random Reflections

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Most crowns are jagged
because they’re really weapons.
Finery is theft.

That’s it. That’s the point.
This poem’s not an art piece;
it’s a clear statement.

There’s no metaphor:
a tyrant’s just a tyrant,
even presidents.

To the loyalists:
“loyalty” won’t save a soul
once one person starts remolding universal laws
around swinging moods of self-glorification.

When stupidity is patriotic,
what logic will stop the army bombing you?

When anatomy becomes a crime,
how will you stay in line?

After you’ve set the planet ablaze,
what burning house will you shelter in?

Boots shined with tongues
inevitably crush the shiners’ skulls.
Cheering on the slaughter of others
means begging that stomp for yourself.

What you try to have done to others
will be done threefold to you.
Hatred of others becomes destruction of self.
You cannot love yourself without loving others.
All tyrants will learn this as well
when people stop shining their boots.