Separate sovereign statelies divvied up the races. Genetical stocks bonded together in structural integrals. Society has fragmented so nation becomes open-face lands with interwoven tentacles. Elder ones wrap round citizens to keep order discipline, tight tight rings and cuffs.
The people of colors ordered and organizized by role and ritual. Progression of ’84 and new worlds beckoned, lines in sand beside the footprints. We walk together, brethren sisterly commandos accentuated by darkened skin.
That revolution happened, numbers fell after scorched earth turned 2020. We saw hindsight and laughed sardonically, murmured nervously, addictively attached to satire with ennui. On us, sabotage and dry days and then comes the burgeoning life race. They came us, we at them, necks to throats, skin to guns and sense lost.
Skin abandoned for Reason, arrived after bloodshed and red red red was all we saw; red ded faces and bodies strewn about mangling streets that gagged and choked on gore and fear, limbed refuse littered burnt asphalt. Red Ded 2KX.
Blacks, browns, the Beigian nation came forward and round, tabled the chairs and made systems to hold and bound, that soon turn to throttles and choking chains, the wild in us barks loudest when held. New breath of society born from incivility. Taken out of stomping yells with mad mad fools dropping plates past eggshells, fires and smashers collect and swell, we took that agony and made it heal, made us whole and remade the world.
So newness came and shuffled toward Bethlehem. Babels and skyscrapers downed and replaced. Communes and greened buildings in alotted spaces, markets set up to avoid distance, avoid the trammelling of large groups of humans. Settlements and numbers recorded for austerity. Tasks and checks for fair distribution, decided by those who lead certain factions. Mark off an area 3K to a territory, 6K to a division. Word of our time, division.