We are the fatherless
battalions
charging head forth
into the
valleys
of our own creation.
My father died in battle,
yours in surrender.
We follow their bloodless bodies
to revenge,
through dunes of grime and grit,
and clouds of fractured wit.
"The nature of a free society is that it will always be the locus of a struggle between higher and lower forms of freedom. Neither side can abolish the other, but the line can be moved, never definitively but at least for some people for some time, one way or another." - Charles Taylor, 1991
We are the fatherless
battalions
charging head forth
into the
valleys
of our own creation.
My father died in battle,
yours in surrender.
We follow their bloodless bodies
to revenge,
through dunes of grime and grit,
and clouds of fractured wit.
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