a disturbing evening
of propaganda
where the bud rots in the soil
and the leaves hang dead
from limp branches
and the lies go unnoticed
until you plug your ears
and drown out the very sound
from which they emanate
no one here is breathing
and the damp of the air
smothers the embers
ignorance and innocence
can be one and the same
but sometimes ignorance
never goes away
the most you can hope for
is to live and learn
and grasp concepts previously
beyond your capacity
and if we're lucky,
we will get to die
on a strong foundation
of reason
that best enables the next
generation
to prosper in a way
that is beyond our
current capacity
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