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I’m not writing about

 

I’m not writing about

 

I’m not writing about

The legally sanctioned non-disclosure agreements

We are coerced into signing

To be allowed to work

In order to eat

(As if we're all employed in central intelligence)

& how counter to a functioning democracy

They are

To be muzzled about the majority of our lives

& the basis of our whole society/economy

The anti-democratic marriage of Corporations & the State

The government punishes "whistleblowers" stratospherically


People in our country are hostile to freedom of speech

& come down upon anyone who thinks differently (blasphemy in a supposedly secular society?!)

& are indifferent to the Court's outrageous punishments for breaking this 'law' (taboo?)

So why should I be bothered?

 

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A writer today must stick to the issues

Their phone tells them to

Stick to nice topics like cultural studies/Pop culture

Celebrities

To have a Yay! Or Boo!

Reaction at


Not to prompt any thinking leading to action

Or to question our blind spots

Or what is the basis of our lives


Just cancel artistic representations

& leave Capitalism's reality unquestioned.

 

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I saw a frog tonight

On my back step

 

He told me to enjoy

The well needed rain.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

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