Most young women
In no Russian
To get pregnant
Just keep crushing
These days
Far more issues
Trusting
Hushing
More potential suitors
Disempowered
Once
Recruiters
Now controlling
Testing waters
Fishing betas
Someone’s daughter’s
Only man’s
Her biggest fan
Her wish
His dissonant
Command

The Persian incursion
The Chinese disease
The Russian invasion
American dreams
But it’s greed
Begets all
Of the conflict
We crave
Underscores
All the wars
We so minimum
Wage
Even what we complain
About
Just a contrivance
The unspoken
Token
Vote
Chokehold
Of tyrants
So long as the piracy,
Plunder
And spoils
Persist
Unabated
Enriching the royals
Then trust we shall vanquish
The bogeyman villainy
Scapegoating pillory
Only when at their
Expense
The artillery

Now the collapse
Of malicious intent
Evident
Since
Investment
In overpriced rent
For the tenement
Slumlord
Evicting
Dismissing
The neediest
Dreamer ingredient
Tents
Much prefers  
The exclusive
Live interview
Strips
Real estate
In conversion
To e-stated
Whips

Trapped in this
Continuum
The time it takes
To come undone
To disassemble
Incremental
Steps
To make it all connect
Trajectory
Made linear
More easily
To redirect
The wayward
Stream of conscious
Wanders
From
What it
So blithely squanders

Now converge
On the source
Free us all  
Of remorse
And enforce
Only laws
You alone
Can contort
While expecting compliance
From client states
Bending
The knee
To the tyrant state
Poorly pretending
To be on some mission
To share its good fortune
And all that it asks
In return
Your endorsement
Look past the extortion
Exploitative
Expletives
Seeking instead
Its commodified sedatives

No more than words
On a page
Is the government
Yet we are
All
Disobeying it
Some of it
Some more than others
Like angry big brothers
Big boxes of documents
Never recover
What’s lost
Are the funds
You entrust
Will secure you
Empower
Sustain
In your outrage
Endure you
So long as your faith
Remains blind in devotion
To weathering storms
Of off-shoring erosion
To bettering forms
Of corruption
Construction
To meeting their quotas
Upscaling production
Like any adventures
And exploits
Abroad
Can’t admit
Execution
Was critically flawed
As domestically
Status quo silents  
Attest
To disquieting riots
And civil unrest

Woe upon knowing
It goes without saying
The solace one feels
As if piously praying
Must sway us from
Wasting away
In our disarray
Wallowing
Following
Death to its
Darkest day
At its doorstep
Bereft
Nothing is left
What a mess
Have I kept
Unexpressed
For too long
Have repressed its inherent
Outspokenness song
And so this is my thing
My belongings
All packed
And unpacked
For the world to see
Living for
High by night
Writing
Serenity