This poem questions the state of worldwide problems
The Operative Questions
Preyed on by our own
inventions, by an insane liar
parading his armies through
swamps, can we stay
the hand on the switch?
Do we chop that hand
and hope, or take the
mouth of the head
that commands the hand?
Another prays in the desert
spitting philosophic dares
at his sons to douse
their bodies in flames
for heroism. Sending
his homespun hatred
as he hides in caverns.
Can we catch the mice
without traps?
Do we march without
the weight of surety?
Do we stand upon our
feet and walk strong?
In a near-future Baltimore, an unemployed bipolar journalist and a teenage hacker are the last hope for a dystopian world controlled by a giant media corporation.
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
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