Western Whisper – by Chase Ober (content warning)

You speak of conquest
when the world begs
for mercy.
Man votes for peace
as trees drop like flies.
Silly natives, naive
Thinking they won’t
rape the rest of you.
Red, blue, dead,
We’re all under the same
sky that lights up,
a mushroom the size of God.

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