certain as the tide that water marks the beach
with seaweed and a ring of rotten fish, then retracts
its influence by lunar action, sure as the cycle
of nature; the physics of hatred begins in hateful
dominance over the populace, in secret rooms
where souls are stretched, cracked and broken
by waves of incessant torture like the tremendous
force of clamorous streams that find weakness
between the rocks, in the reign of limpet stubborness
the dictator who in the face of numerous agonies
refuses to leave the office of state, clear his desk,
then the country of the multitude founded upon
freedom so to speak, in this hopeless situation
they are daily pounded by all manner of inequality
brought to bear upon their bodies and minds
then the storm with almighty anger dislodged
the now aged mollusk, the relic of previous
hatred to the relentless gratitude of tides.
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