the rulers creep out of the shadows to wash their hands with words. we watch our idols do the same, rallying behind crowds as they trend. far safer for them now. heads of state pledge to recognise a country they bomb into oblivion. don't ask them where their money's going. it's a little soon, and isn't this enough? thank god they stand for peace. let the minutes note morality and pleas for gentle play. I watch my taxes decimate another hundred childhoods from my pillow. we scroll through the children's screams and carry on. always more to say about ourselves and other stuff. who needs science fiction now?
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