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We didn’t want the poet’s beautiful music.

We do want endlessly roaring and raging engines.

We didn’t want her poetry, either.

We do love, however, in all our entertainment, to listen to screams. And explosions.

We didn’t want her friendly smile.

We thought she was trying to appease us.

… Pull a fast one.

What was she doing smiling in a world like this one, anyway?

Must be drugs.

We didn’t want a person who tried her hardest every day to contribute to her society.

We prefer a parasite.

Someone we can safely despise.

We prefer her now ~ the way we have made her.

Tortured, sleep deprived, poisoned, pain ridden, impoverished, unknown, terrified, sick.

Neutralized.

No music, no poetry…

… and no more of those big silly smiles.

Something we can respect.