The Ache in Your Stomach

You hunger for our fear
our anger our pride.
You hunger for the spotlight
the fame the notoriety.
You hunger for our flesh
our blood our bones.

When will you be sated?

Perhaps after you’ve

blown our brothers and sisters away with your
words of rage and passion
But we will not bow to a
ravenous demagogue.

Perhaps after you’ve

blown our brothers and sisters away with your
bullets and shrapnel
But their souls will live forever in these
dusty pages.

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