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Dissent


We aren't apes,

swinging with the same

brutish intent of beasts

 

Resolved to crush the

Unfortunate

Bugs

beneath their callous fingers.

 

...

 

We cannot love a gavel

that strikes the lives of our brethren

as a sword would

 

but far more merciless and cruel in its

Prolonged

Executions

of the People’s faith in righteous Justice.

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