mobbed by sobbing conservatives
I lob truth grenades like a boss
at the cost of loss, sure
but to live without filters
or worry of acceptance
seeking instead to stand at the edge of town
disheveled, with a cardboard sign
pointing a nations short-comings
at the passersby –
crying wolf alone in a forest of despair
unjust actions built on unequal pay
underwritten by corporate greed
and the misdeeds of a few
sociopaths in positions of power
only the faraway look in eyes
open to see
see –
the tide shifts, but ebbs again
leaving another generation of activists
asking “what if”
smoking spliffs on abandon beaches
beseeching the youth to take up the fight
they left behind…
shattered pieces of the hippy movement litter the Northern California coastline
laying like shiny agates
against the backdrop of brown
much like the nation itself
idealists building dreams on the backs of brown –
systematic slavery gives an incling of fairness
as today poor white trash
can be ostracized and maligned
discriminated against and insulted
for the comic fodder of the television viewing community
but do those under the yoke unite?
never…..as long as you like blue
or pop music
or lollipops
or abortion
or small dogs over big ones
there can only be hate
separation
avoidance
death
and taxes –