“Not a poem” as a bit of fun with a retrospective of images from a London protest
They knew.
We didn’t know.
They knew we didn’t know.
We didn’t know we didn’t know.
Then we saw things we knew were new to know.
Now we know we didn’t know what we thought we knew.
They know we know they knew we didn’t know, and do know now.
We know they didn’t know that we would know that they knew when we didn’t.
Knowing what we now know scares them.
We know they are scared of our knowing.
They know we know they are scared.
That’s even scarier, you know.
And you know what’s good to know?
The best is yet to come, and we all know it.
Even them. I know.
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