Hacked is for unveiling the state behind many states.
To hack is bad, good, not so great, all in all dollars and emails changing their addresses.
Hacked is not for nineteen year old dreams of a world that can be bettered, of modern-school-bred hatred of anything that is the "other"
Hacked is not for a life of nightmares for all mothers and fathers.
To hack the flesh of a human is all in all justice for crimes of the future, past or present.
Hatred's thousand headed serpent persists in its single minded pursuit of meaning
Hatred drinks despair, plants poison: fear, doubt, anger, nightmares of addresses changed
Hacking is ordinary lives with nothing familiar - no airport farewells,
no friendly cups of coffee, no smiles from strangers,
no mathematical equations written on tissue papers,
no dreams beyond the now
But we speak of hacking in a language called humanity,
But we seek meaning in persuasion and poverty, boyhood and boredom.
As weave those fragile tangled web of words
That serpent glares; It's forked tongue has just hacked love. Yet again.
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