To the south: the boots of fascism stamping bloody parades over the bodies of those who just wanted to live, love, and be.
Further south: the roar of those who would teach freely vies with the chatter of guns that would silence them to see which is louder.
To the east, north: those not sound of body nor mind are regulated to death while xenophobia chants propaganda.
To the east, south: bombs fall in carpets, run into crowds, explode from a curb, all for a war that ends not with exaltation, but with Ozymandias.
I am watching the world murder itself, and I know there is no future I want from it.