if death be a matter
of conquering
walls
then you are
right
smashing
your car
right on
the thick wall
of this
country's fence.
this is democracy
you shout
and then you
dissolve in thin air
you write a big
name on the wall
before everything
else fades from
your weary sight
end. nothing follows.
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