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Quarantine Poet

Quarantine Poet

The virus
is spreading
As ink 
Bleeds
Contaminated
Canvases 

The poet's
thoughts
Are dangerous
Especially 
Those
Who
Think
Outside
The
Grip
Of
The thought
Police's
Control

Eventually 
They
Will
Come
for us
Like they
stormed
During
The October
Revolution 

All intellectuals
educators
Poets
Artists
Scientists 
Who
Do
Not
Drink
The Kool Aid
will
Be removed
From
Society

We will
Be quarantined 
For
We 
Are the
Real
Virus
That 
BIG BROTHER
seeks
To
Contain 
And 
Eradicate 

The Coronavirus 
Is just
A vessel
Used
To
Establish 
Control.......

 

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Tony Taylor

Hey man,
I know EXACTLY what you mean here....... and I find it a truly compelling and powerfully conveyed poetic insight that deserves to be read by everyone one COSMO....... a VERY well crafted and insightful piece brother.......
Favorite lines:

                   For we are
                   The real
                   Virus
                   That
                   BIG BROTHER
                   Seeks
                  To contain.....

Freedom of speech is ALWAYS one of the first things to go n scenarios such as these!!........ALL STARS!!........ well done my friend!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.........T xo.  : )
I look forward to speaking again on the phone again real soon.....

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