Cassandra wanted to be wrong.
Her prescience proved to heavy.
She wanted experts, logicians,
or insiders to relieve her of her
knowledge. But, no. When they
ignored, dismissed, mocked, and--
worst of all--reassured her, they
looked like cheerful rabbits
about to be clubbed. Cassandra
wanted the world to right itself
to prove her wrong. She knew
it would remain a hell of war
and hatred. She'd seen the
time when swords hacked
at limbs and arrows buried
themselves in flesh and
people howled at flames
and smoke. Blind, she saw
herself propped against
a wall, hearing and knowing.
hans ostrom 2020
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