i can believe in a dream
like patriots were lulled into believing
who lulled others who knew nothing
but to fill their half-empty stomachs
with dreams
stillborn, floating
in bloody marshes
do i believe you now?
now that i am witness to how
young men were butchered
with rusty knives
dreams hacked
from their heads
before they had a chance
to hatch
into dreamlings?
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