barbed wire
and brick, cinder
blocks.
steel bars.
an electric fence,
armed guards.
cameras perched
on each corner.
it's everywhere now,
each finger
on nine and one
and one,
lips on the whistle.
no corner safe,
no piece of art,
no statue,
no living thing
can breathe easily
in this strange world
we live in.
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