We are all in the gulag now;
sentenced here by our own
complacency and the whims of
flash-mob voters who cast their
ballots for apparitions of some
illusionary myth they want to believe
will keep whispering their luxurious lies.
Lies that titillate them for a moment
like a high-dollar escort; warm
and soft; making them feel
desired and thrilling and potent.
Truth or facts or justice are just
STD's to be avoided.
We are all in the gulag now;
lost amid mysterious forces
operating under their own
assumptions and assertions of power.
We are wandering on the tundra of
rumors built on rumors
built on still more rumors
and the incessant repetition
of lies that become truth if
they are repeated enough
and the one with the key
to the key to the map of our
return from exile is off today.
We are all in the gulag now;
blinded by the blankness.
Hoards of us all here together
ironic though it may seem;
the younger and the older
the richer and the poorer
the less innocent and the more guilty.
Even the powerful are here
fooled by their own foolishness;
now overcome by their own forces
and feeding on their own ignorance
even as they consume
their only hope.
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