The pixels refuse to leave
the screen. There was a
defiance, unheard so far.

Will not misspeak about
the rape! Was it not a murder
of the white goddess in light?

Are you going to shut a
pink flame, smouldering
in the vicious grip of greed?

The skinny-dip in boiling
cauldron of hate? What
was left now of humor?

Walking on the lake water
retrieving your youth? Was
it worth your grand wasted life?