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Prose Challenge of the Week #30: It's Independence Day and the aliens have invaded. You have one chance to save the planet by describing to them what Independence means. Share that speech with us. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Prose Challenge of the Week #30: It's Independence Day and the aliens have invaded. You have one chance to save the planet by describing to them what Independence means. Share that speech with us. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Cover image for post The Current State of our Antithetical Independence, by ALifeWitArt
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ALifeWitArt

The Current State of our Antithetical Independence

We are a population of deceit with

Enslaved independence reigning

The dirty midst of

Narcissistic leadership hovers and

The air is stale with the taste of

Disunity severing our souls

Rot exhales across our lands and

Upon our flesh fresh with

Naive indifference, suctioning the

Warm pulse of life blossoming

The beat of singularity is felonious and

Critical thinking has been detained

Blinded by our despondent realm

The whites of our eyes are

Yellowed with the nicotine stains of

A dictatorship of monetary motivation

Hate growls like a frightened beast

Covered in mange and

Lurking in the tinted glass of our hearts

A chastised forest of mazes welcomes us

Poisoning us with a contagious rash of fear

Somewhere along the way

We tripped upon our own path

And reaching for unkempt nails

We resigned to their ascendency

The blood of our lost compassion

Rains down from Heaven weeping and

The angels burn like disoriented amoebas

Our dissipating freedom has been heckled

Following Judas into a mirage of

Defense for our humanity, drowned

The scratchy wool blanket of injustice

Has been pulled over our body of corpses

And we are comforted by its strict suffocation

We are seasoned to abide by

The exalted names in Leadership and

We will fall with mercy under your alien spell

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