accustomed to spectacle.
Shaped into a smooth resource
fisted by plastic idols.
Run through the marketplace like fuel.
Used up by limitless fantasy
with no roots in the real.
This is the way, say the lovers
of language, to become pure spirit.
And the corpse of this planet
must be sacrificed to the same ideal.
Those who don't love democracy
must be tortured to death.
Those who hate freedom must
be imprisoned. This is good.
It is not right that others
benefit from being forcibly civilized,
while we neglect our own people:
they too must taste the joy
of political reality.
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