I Have Seen Enough

I have seen enough to fill Hell to the brim-- and freedom of speech relies on our inaptitude to define it as we take the smelly rags of our privileges and, donning them, we preach out loud, silencing all opposition to our stupidity. Red pens fast to... More

I have seen enough to fill Hell to the brim-- and freedom of speech relies on our inaptitude to define it as we take the smelly rags of our privileges and, donning them, we preach out loud, silencing all opposition to our stupidity. Red pens fast to humiliate, not even sacrifice-in-blood sufficient to bring compassion in blind eyes as pompously some cross squares, unaware they are but shadows, hollow men of no ado beyond themselves, lawyers and all, ceremonies and all, the poor relegated to standing distant, only words in books no one will ever read-- only God. Smoke rising, scraped walls, forgotten memories undefined where profit counts. Drink and be merry, hell still distant-- silence needed where fools trample flowers. Off we go now, masks and all; the past a word few care to hear spoken. . Il passato ritorna, rimane mentre con il vassoio stracolmo urli la tua ottusità per dire nulla o passi con noncurante indifferenza, umiliando ogni gentilezza non profitto, salendo con la giacca d Less