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Moving On

(A Sonnet for the formerly sane)


Nine-eleven is history,

gone from our rearview mirror.

We are living in near hysteria,

for the terrorists are already here—


The fearmongers on the nightly news,

online liars and tweeters of terror,

Those whose views we freely choose

telling us how and whom to fear.


Of the truth we are dead certain,

bound by confirmation bias;

Covering doubts with light-proof curtains, 

Convinced the enemy cannot be us.


In a field of broken dreams we lie

As we ourselves terrify.

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