At Last Poem by Atef Ayadi

assange is free?
assange is free!
a long crow
made up of
young and old
all gender
all colors,
all sins and
good deed and weeds
are
chanting
assange is free! !
assange assange
is free! !
is free? ? assange
or is he?
some are giggling here and there,
other are jiggling
and jingling their butts, you know how hip
hop since two thousand and nineteen

i know the cost.
the military is a business and complex.
the need to test on pals
like you,
me,
a pal--istenian.
(estonia is a good place to start)
a latino,
a native who like to be left alone.
i mean keep the meat grinder
on, as long there is a profit.
sorry,
to be free,
for one,
from the mind.
two,
civilization.
too long, or too short
before a modi algorithm
find it is way and then shred the code into peaces,
or imagine chatgpt rewrite this paragraph
to assimilate something
less poetic or human in nature.
imagine new laws,
new polices,
new
new
a rain of bad comments,
bad vibes,
and no tribe to defend you.
the good news,
i always believe
ass--ange is technically a w-jesus.
i always a big respect
to these big shuts,
independently of their identities or avatars.