Zoe Guillory


Join the Party


We fight together.
Stand up and shout together.
We march in lines with guns on our shoulder.
Left, right, left, right.
Each step synchronized. Uniform.
We think together.
Thoughts of destruction and genocide.
Of book burnings and marches.
Freedom and rebellion
We have no identities.
They have been stripped from us
along with our memories.
We are for them.
We are their creations.
Robots.
Marionettes with artificial intelligence.
We look down upon individuals.
We shut them up. Kick them
until they bleed in the streets. Together.
And we welcome them back.
We always welcome.
We flash smiles together.
We fight together.

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013
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