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Machines - Running White Hot


The shredding frenzy begins
in the small hours
machines eat documents
inked with embarrassing truths.

Trucks line up - contents
sealed from view hauling
their cargo - tons of paper
to secret destinations

where incinerators fire to ash
the blackest of the secret truths.

The rest are shredded
to confetti-oblivion
to fall from office windows

upon the heads of the crowd below
marching in the street demanding
equality of opportunity and surety
of this country's sovereignty
in the face of a global economy
running wild with empire (ism)
U.S. style

The cover-up has begun
truth is dying to smoke
and shredded paper
for you see - there is to be
an election very soon.

Pamela Sidney 2004
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