This mind can be a mass grave
That possesses the self righteous authority
To sentence and bury life away;
A cannibal consuming its own creativity
Which was once a whisper recognized as potential
That is now a war torn pit of
Tortured malnourished concentration
Tossed beside already dismembered skeletal structures.
Or,
This mind...
This mind can be a liberator
Setting free forces allied with insight
Triumphing over the tyrants of thought
Exhuming whispers recognized as potential
And arming them in marching waves of lines
Tearing down walls of censorship
Preserving expression and the right to assemble
Which will restore order to artistic chaos
In memory of all that should have
Never been lost.
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