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[Pi]
Under the polished floors, there is a divided foundation.
They always sweep the dust, it's fine though.
It's okay to tell us everything.
Fresh posters and speeches adorn the walls,
Underneath the paint, however
The framework shakes.
Voices surge and die off in the corridors.
lost in the labyrinth of guidelines
written to resemble justice
but molded to safeguard power.
Line formation:
though doors intended to open
remain locked from inside.
There is no one shatter,
There was no sharp drop—
only the deliberate, sustained shattering
of confidence,
of patience,
of faith.
And as they instruct us to be quiet,
to be grateful,
We quietly ponder.
how much more time a faulty system takes
can pretend to stand.