Worst Case Scenario
“Where civil blood doth make civil hands unclean.”
We are hardly the inevitable monolith we imagine.
A country held together by 250 year old wallpaper
whose citizens grow less civil daily.
Only sever the illusion of commonwealth.
Fire a few shots into civilian crowds.
Civil blood can never be unspilled.
Lock people in relocation camps for a few years,
for their own good and protection of course,
ideals will drown in rivers of hatred.
All the middle-class certainties will die,
Immortal America will become another Syria,
things will fall relentlessly apart.
Revenge will replace the rule of law.
Private vendetta replace public solution.
The power of democracy is a fatal illusion.
Unexceptional chaos only waits to happen here.
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