After all, when this one's gone, those minds simply will deliver another.
A Fragile Hope
All we can do now is hope that the demon
Will die, and that those whose most vile
Minds gave birth to it expire, too. The pall
That hangs over this putrified nation
Is bound to remain, held in place by
The demon, until that monster is gone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-11-06 at 21:45
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