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NEO-MUNX is conceived, imagined and written by Mark D. Hoskins.  This story is the direct result of a vivid dream I had during the summer of 2001 and has grown from there.

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What We Have Is What We Gathered

We are slathered with affection,
Correction institutes commend us on achievements,
the governments deceive us with policy tactics,
laying our emotion to waste in the debris.
Winds of change a sudden shift,
a drift to something new and exciting.
Allay my fears from the other stories developing,
things we don’t hear about aren’t news worthy.

The issues build a wall around us, surrounded by stories everyday.
Eternally connected to you and me
and everyone has connectivity.
We are spoiled, and the network boils information.
A connected national pride,
a look inside provides balance to the equation.

We are a nation led in blinders
Every day we strive to be more compassionate, you and me.
US policy dictates zero percent tolerance.
Struggling with the paradox of what it is to be free.
Bound inside our philosophy we choose our extinction,
prerogative ours for the taking
making choices, asking questions
the voices rise.
Why are we living within these lies we weren’t told.
A future riddled full of holes, leaking poverty, look around it’s obvious.

We don’t like to live in shacks but its what we live in,
when you have no choice there are no options.
You either do it yourself or take what’s given, and the ration is meager.

Poison fed through the very fiber of our lives, dreams held in custody.
For the ones who live within it, the land is all they know.
It’s the soil to harvest, grow healthy and strong.
In half a generation it all is gone,
Poison flows like venom
Fed by ignorance.


 
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