Committee Declaration
Glasses made of newspaper
get soaked with fury
when the mouse treads your feet
and you allege violence.
To escape a slight attack,
you pretend to be
the king of breath
so you can till the earth
till it becomes oil.
The world, pulped to fulfil
the promises of a treaty
written in water - without it,
you can’t resist the truth.
Your words build clothes
no one could sew together,
create borders no one desired.
Standing on a pedestal,
thinking god flows like honey
through your words,
you forget you’re just another body
hidden in smoke, smiling like a baby
as the flames start to dig into you
when the honeymoon has ended.
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