He steals
tax payer money and
social security funds to
build machinery that
props up his
bed-bug hands so
he can piss on
the sick and
starving while he
salutes a
flag in which he
doesn’t believe.
Organless masses flock
to the spectacle with
moths open
wide, bedecked in
hollow slogans outsourced
from worlds they
cannot stand.
If we could
clip the wings of
this bird, we could
keep it grounded but
our lives are a
circus and we are
content in our
struggle.
Revolution is
nothing but a
distant dream
hidden in
cell phone
screens and
football games
and we
deserve
better
than this.
-Robert J. W.
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