VILLANELLE SANS LIBERTÉ
Welcome to the collective hive,
the M.C. from the center ring cries,
where being numb means being alive!
Acrobats, jugglers, and clowns arrive
with no festive feel—as everyone sighs,
“welcome to the collective hive.”
The crowd below climbs the high dive
grateful to lunge to their own demise
where being numb means being alive.
Individuals could not survive
from consuming the ringmaster’s lies.
Welcome to the collective hive
where personalities cease to strive;
defeat is transmitted through their eyes—
where being numb means being alive.
Spirit has died; there’s no more drive,
and true liberty lost all allies.
Welcome to the collective hive
where being numb means being alive.
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