From the Tombs of Genocide
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Written June 18, 2026
Just got back into writing over the last 3 months after a years long break, so constructive input welcome.
And excuse the formatting as I haven't posted much to Reddit, so I'm learning how to create paragraphs, breaks etc
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Henceforth taken
By the pillars of greed
Standing, sidelined,
They watched them bleed;
"Rise up; Come, the fascist,"
Liberals unwittingly whispered
Bearing witness to the beasts
That ran free, feet blistered,
"For it is not you nor I
That should be fraught;
We are not a 'them',
The bad ones sought!"
They continued to shrug
As the door knocks began
Demanding to see papers,
Questioned identities of man.
Until the day had been reached,
The complacent shielded no longer,
To placate the ravenous power;
An entire society to conquer.
Taking teacher or student,
Position did not matter—
Appear different, speak out of turn?
You're the ones they were after.
//
Their generation shared a story
Of regret and abomination,
Until time of decades passed
And memory wiped the exploitation.
Yet the venomous ideology
Came back home across the ocean,
For the narrative was borrowed
From the dirt of burnt plantations.
Where hate begets hate,
Flowing like a wave of sorrow,
It pushes in against the shore
And back out to live tomorrow;
No reflection from the future
And little insight to the past,
The present living blind
Of a nation soon to be recast
In a land of prior barbarity,
Effortlessly ignored;
Chaos wrought in fantasy,
As it was never truly pure.
But who may take time
To unlearn an altered reality,
To care beyond self,
With a culture run so callously?
So we point the finger inward
Instead of reaching for the glass
To gaze beyond the ceiling,
A lock soon placed— no way to surpass—
By the elitist reinforcement
To work, own, buy, or steal,
To lift up your own boot straps,
For the proletariat is what they fear.
So the masses are kept distracted
With obligation and useless treats,
Deluded to cast dispersions
Until the next tyrant is set to release.
//
Alas, amid the confusion,
A historic encore has appeared
Sowing seeds of panicked doubt,
Arranging minions,
Claiming clout.
Spoken firm from ivory towers,
Words poised by megalomania,
Calling hitherto from the shadows
To create another mass hysteria.
With serpent tongues that boil,
Heated language has spread the infection
Amongst a population, jaded,
By exhaustion and misconception—
A deception amongst the people
To remove their peering eyes,
Handing out the needles
To self-sacrifice ears to the lies;
How can you fairly examine
The fallacy of those in charge
When voices dig teeth deep
From both sides, causing alarm?
For there is no boundary
Of which power can reach—
Bear witness to the mental slaughter;
With fingers crossed, they preach:
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"I look down upon your faces
With a growing power, twofold,
But I can only offer assistance,
If I may ever be so bold,
By asking you to grace me
With an everlasting pledge
Of unequivocal trust, devotion,
And to forget what has been alleged!
For in the dance of empire
My enemies lie, steal, and cheat;
Only my words shall be heard as true
And those against me: I claim obsolete!
After all, God has chosen me
A great seer of this nation;
Blessed unto the people—
Pay no mind to my inner Satan.
All men are sinners,
I can still practice what I speak;
Believe in me today
And tomorrow shall be less bleak!
Yes, yes I know
You have heard this all before,
But this time for certain
We shall cure the foreign spores!
Clearly they are the cause
Of your life laid in ruin—
Believe in what I say,
Not what you see behind the curtain!"
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And the people have stood to cheer
Or sat still to simply ponder
The words made crystal clear
By another human monster
Using those with less or different
As pariahs, scapegoats, and pawns,
To build up a loyalist army
Of the desperate wanting to belong.
And the many that disagree
Have become complicit like before
Or keep opinions centered,
With those shouting held to court
Like an organ grinder's monkey
Accused of performing for discourse—
Another quest to block our sight
From seeing the true malicious source.
And by censorship arriving,
Lips embroiled against the thread,
The tattered cloak of democracy
Will erode to its impending death.
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With that I urge you in earnest
Not to lie in wait, be hypnotized, or duped—
Despots rely on the plague of silence,
As it delivers their pursuit.
For a heinous change of ethics
Does not appear instant but slow;
We will not see it day to day,
But wake one morn to eating crow
With those you know are legal
And the ones you thought were safe
Dragged into the streets—
Entire families gone, erased.
Perhaps I only exaggerate
The current state of affairs,
But haunted specters of the past
Have warned us of evils to be shared
And how treacherous ideals,
When left to seed, flourish, and grow,
Will permit liberty to decay
As you tolerate fascism gaining control.