Y2K25

Reality TV At first, I don’t understand the evil in front of me, he laughs and gropes me on the shoulder. He forcefully grabs my hand and holds it to the sky. I am promised a lie. Freedom on one condition,  my tears for their entertainment. There are exactly 1776 of us, some significance I do not care for. My home is ashes now, there will be nothing left if I lose. We are sent out into the country in which I am desperate to find a home. Friendly competition turns to fighting off camera.  Eventually they broadcast it, the first death happens. Why do they not stop? Am I no longer human?  Time passes and our numbers dwindle, I am liked and crowned victor. I am groped again and handed a certificate, the grin on his face haunts me.  He giggles at that moment, I am human no more.  I will never be human again, I am an American. I will not find my freedom here.  The Meadow The trees are shifty In that meadow of dreams Rest your weary head. They say, The war is ove...