blasphemous, like serving beef to customers, stomach this instead and get upset: the irony of blindfolds on Lady Justice~ A crippling of righteousness, political correctness has forgiven too many wrongs, minority appeasement trafficked in violet fingertips, but not anymore, for my awakened spirit sparks into an amalgamation, I electrify the revolution, a desi renaissance, the spicier version, a glorious reinvention of the Motherland, painted with indigenous passion~ As bloodshed and tear gas shells litter the Nation, pellet prints carelessly sprinkled like misplaced freckles across torsos and faces of citizens, guilty and innocent, the due process of law, a fading wall once crafted to protect us all, before it erodes into figments of imagination, we’ll arrive as reinforcements, ready to write the last stand like Stephen.
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