I heard on the state news
That your news is fake
That some other landholders
Own most of the stake
In their chokehold
Of holdings
Is taking its toll
On the working class
Progeny’s
Dreams that they stole
And so naturally
There I go
Seeking the enemy
Finding it’s simply
A credit card’s
Spending spree
Taking the shape
Of transferable currency
Zeroes and ones
Some ethereal
Sons
And their guns
Still outnumber,
Outweigh us in tons
But the Huns at the gates
And the wolves at the door
Just belie
The real causus belli
For the war
That is racking up debt
And attacking the poor
And still cornering markets
In one single store
With the rest of us
Hungry
And thirsty
For more

Led them all
To water
Not quite pure
But runs the mill
And though manure
Is my cure
Its mass allure is streaming still
And cannon fodder
Scheming still
To see them sooner to the slaughter
Than a city on a hill
For I was offered
Coffers bottomless
To teach them
Ignorance is bliss
And steer my fear
Adherents
To salvation
Off a cliff

Sharp
Jagged fragments
Of shattering madness  
Still strewn about
Corpse-littered scores of my sadness
But glad this
Morass
Won’t reflect in the glass
Any faster than present
Is mirroring past

We’d all love
To be seen
Little more
Than we clean
Up the messes
Attesting
To low
Self-esteem
And it seems
We’d all hate
To be torn
At the seams
But we love  
To watch others’
Unreachable dreams
And yet hate to feel
Fairness is trampled
Pursuing
The knocks
Of the opportune
Peacemakers
Couping
Who we love to hate
Hate to love
The cartoonish
Banality
Evil
Still mirroring
Munich

Take it
Wrest it
Rip it
From the clutches
Of my claims
When they are splayed
And splattered
Matters
Of my brainless
Bullet aims
Still fixing
Barrels
To the temples’
Self-imposed
Alienation
Making wars
And civil wastelands
Of the isolated nation

Your causes are broken
I’m bending through hoops
Your free speech is verboten
In tending to groups
Thinking no more abortion
Just lawful contortion
Of what formerly
Would’ve hanged for
Extortion
Endorsements
Of donor class
Actors
Who funnel
Our funds
Through their private jet
Public debt
Tunnels
And I am just funnily
Flipping the pages
And balancing beaming
To multiple stages
As wages stagnate
And the nation implodes
And the state is a circus
Of nobody knows