There you are
skulking around, pinstriped and hideous
you, the silhouette stalkers,
snatching
you, the sleep reapers thieving
muffled of voice, pretending not to speak
lipsynching lies to our children
rewriting history as banal slogans and email messages
something immemorable for all of us
chant, chanting the mantras
losing our values, daily. 
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