Liberticide
Men don’t really want freedom. They want to be crushed by a comfortable fist. They’re the crabs who want to perpetually live in the perfect temperature during the boiling. They’re the frogs who don’t mind their snake leader as long he only eats toads. They’re the trees who believe the kind looking man and not the axe he holds. They’re the fish when faced with the open ocean jumps back to the water tank. They’re the mouths and fists that cry liberty, and then scream, wait! Not like that.Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-06-12 at 22:10
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