The man shook his tin at me and said "Care to buy a poppy?"
I went in my pockets and said "Sorry, I've nothing to give."
He frowned at me and said "They died for your freedom, you know."
"What freedom is that?" I ask.
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"Is it the freedom to choose what cheap, unhealthy food I shorten my lifespan with? Maybe the freedom to decide which companies I allow to bully me into debt and poverty?"
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"I've got it" I say. "It's the freedom to decide which landlord will issue me an eviction notice. Maybe then I'll be truly free; free to decide which doorway to cry myself to sleep under."
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The man says "They died for their country, they deserve your respect".
"Maybe" I reply. "But we're all still alive, for now. How do we earn respect?"
I go to leave, and say "Will they wear a poppy for us when we're gone?"
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