"Today is a day for Americans."
Fuck it.
I'm over the constant rattle of cold hands shaking shaded by the chins of a bowed pate, deliberating the inevitable cost of our lack of virtue, the reluctant kiss of a tyrant crown.
The silent nods signaling defeat in a battle never induced because of fear, self loathing, and a mirrored image that never has given back what was portrayed.
These are times for men, for the inclined and disadvantaged to strike out and lash back for all that was wrongly given and taken, a burning of the social treatise that has confined us to the bidding of the monetary masters and play writes of our own meager means. This redundant social contract holds only the weight of our own labors, the toils of our fathers, and the blood that separates ours from theirs.
That blood, the blood that binds us, is spat upon and given no quarter.
What will it take to turn the tides again? Among us the spilling of it, and our ideal of a true freedom, as we stare upon the crimson pool made up of us and them, than we can see a true reflection of our worth.
Less talk and more action.
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