The Wake Up

Sluggishly, I slipped out of my bed and walked into a screen. My eyes darted darkly as I swallowed my heart. I witnessed barricaded doors being torn apart. Subjects were wielding weighty flag poles. They smashed the foundation and yelled out the shards whole. The guards were knocked wet and cold into crying arms. And birds with wide eyes looked around for warm hands. I knew their king wore a paper crown in his doorway. But now, I see a boy admiring tanks on his birthday.
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