Imagine
coming second five years ago
in one of countless competitions
and then making silver your surname.
Imagine
turning trauma into diplomatic immunity
and neurodivergence into a passport
nobody is allowed to inspect.
Imagine
appointing yourself priestess of righteousness,
then using mortality as an excuse
to bully those who refuse your definitions.
Imagine an abyss so shallow
you need metaphors to fill a stanza.
Then imagine the same people
arriving with spades and sledgehammers,
calling demolition healing,
calling slander solidarity,
calling crimes a revolution.
An army of them
to dismantle what one person built alone.
How flattering.
The only caveat?
A crime is a crime is a crime,
no matter how many adjectives and opinions you dress it in.
And illusioned imbeciles make excellent puppets
when the circus finally reaches the courtroom.
Imagine building a halo
from the outline of convictions
and calling the shape martyrdom.
I'd like to see them try.
Not because the monument cannot be demolished.
Because some people
mistake the noise of hammers
for the sound of history changing.
Imagine that.
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