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an original poem by Joshua Brown
Cruel slaughter of innocent childhood
Performed by the master of state
Delicate balance against those wiley
That seem underhanded by trial
Behold! Ye man! What doest thou say
Against those thine accusers violent?
And in that moment, I saw the game
Of acquiesance to female in prefer
What do you want then? Can see now
You the discrepancy bewildering to
The imaginations of the child begot?
"Only in response to war, guns and lead."
Break free from this torturous well
A deep musty corridor vertical to silence
And say what you will to those aboard
This bus headed to the center of earth.
For implanted in you by greater demons
Stand guards ready to disarm and efface
The Will that now you cause to happen
But hapless fell uncomfortable to childly
And those humans, blind to the shadows
Of your reality, though empathetic to
The plight you now face unprotected by
A social group of snow walkers fierce.
And broken too you will find yourself
If abandon at the last moment to defend
Against the surreptitious wiles of !!!
You will not walk over me and laugh!
For future I see of men attracted ill
Towards the children that I have sired
And walk over their spouses they will
If model I, a coward of familial desire.
No, I cast not my lots amongst soldiers
Whose blank stare of genocidal wave
Burns through that federal corset white
Untamed by the slight of hand of kings
No kings.
Can imagine we will this republic
A "Magna Carta echo" through time
As a wild beast ready to smash men
Who defend against pedophiles smirk
Bring me the wine of forgetfulness
That I may imagine reality as colored
By the hands of children unprogrammed
By the defenses of mild cripples angsty.
Hear, hear! Oh ye that have the ears
To hear the shepherds voice call out
And may time not betray this metaphor
Against the brave hearers and those doers
That compel the world to bend to virtue
Against the lust of eyeless wanderers
Who prance against the love of lovers
And seek defeat of luciferian sloshery.
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This poem was written on May 16, 2023 while riding the RTD Bus 21 in Aurora and South Denver, Colorado, United States, North America. It is a contemplation on the role that law enforcement and the humans involved in the American judicial system have in responding to child custody cases, specifically ones that I personally am invested in. This is in no way meant to construe any type of threat, it is merely a deep dive into the functions of humans, the State, violence and childhood. And let's be honest, I also participated in bringing this case to bear by choices I made in the past.
I'd like for you to check out all my work but my most recent poem "Black Market USSR" which is a poem that explores the connections of fashion, clothing distribution and politics. It is informed by a movie I watched many years ago entitled "The Printing" which included a scene where a radical anti-communist activist began selling black market jeans out of a briefcase on the street.
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