2002

The bloodthirsty demon kept biting necks

Easy: through the sternocleidomastoid, into the carotids;

Succulent, delectable, magnificent; 

The warm blood fills the mouth; fangs wide to the shock of the crowd

Was there ever any doubt? 

Can you hate on a snake for biting? 

Can you hate on an emperor for ruling?

We chose this. We voted this to power. 

We wanted this. It was curated for us.

Though we did not have a choice, 

The whole machinery was working at shadowing our movements,

Our worries, needs, hopes and dreams. 

Each click was planned, each information a bait.

Now, alas, it is too late. 

The magician has worked his illusion.

We are still in delusion. 

Happily; chanting his name in ecstasy

Believing the lies.

Turning a blind eye to the truth that is not published in newspapers anymore.

The reality that is not shown on TV anymore. 

Giving our childrens’ (and their childrens’) necks for his feast; happily.