they’ve erected a statue
right on the main square
where the gutters swill red
it must all go somewhere
more than a grand opening
there the ribbon is cut
the people jockey to see
a democracy forgot
note his moment of glory
how blindly the crowd loves
none mention the bodies
a truth that secretly rubs
& yet in a week or so
the leavings will remain
of know-nothing pigeons that
care not for fascist gain
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 
And the crowd shall, follow these men’s leads, go wherever the persons in power tell them, the people became, obedient slaves, because they all, relinquished their own, sound judgment…and, they don’t, stray from the, “flock”…
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Exactly.
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Word
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Thanks, my friend. Solidarity!
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Very strong.
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Thank you, Dolly. We feel pretty strongly about all that’s happening in the world right now.
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So do I, and you expressed it very well, Tony.
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