Because all gods are now bred in gulags <br />wisdom is the slaughterhouse, <br />and knowledge is the scrambled <br />brains of screaming pigs. <br />Thus, <br />gasping in the air of mindful cruelty <br />in which we all are illiberally hurled, <br />I fight for breath <br />to curse the hatefulness of being <br />human (all too human) <br />and want my lungs to stop <br /> <br />- for worse things than mere death <br />await me and the whole wide world.<br /><br />Anthony Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inventor-of-slavery/
