#dejection - Hello Poetry

I remember the lights going off in the brains of young poets. Deep in the dank streets of New York or Columbia college. When the blues and twos would come and round up The beatniks snapping to the howl of a homosexual mind. When the generational attitudes of those too old to know, Control the ****** acts of “violence”, or The deepening scars of our philosophies. When the urbanization of historical prowess leads to Gentrified gypsies of the diamond deserts and endless skyways When the great in the country isn’t good enough For the red hats and spray tanned millionaires. When the stocks of corporate dragons burn down The attempts of upstart knights and online kingdoms. When the politicians of old become the scapegoats For the ironically gerontocratic few. When the female few who dared couldn’t find their lost primaries Or control the lifeblood leaking out of the Strait of Hormuz. When the powerful and powerless fought in-between The dejected and all too often ignored. When the powered halogen lights flooded prison yards of Wrongly convicted and murderously in need of help. When the San Francisco clubs lit up with muzzle flash And the dancers lay weeping in their blood. When the schools became places to duck and cover Or learn to trip a friend when running from a gun. When parkland high became a manufacturing ground For casings, tears, and candlelight vigils. When the American dream came combo packaged And supersized with obesity and unemployment. When the education of the youth became about The profit margin in a spreadsheet full of debt. When the sun sets in the smoke filled horizons And sleepless rest settles on the western front.

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Dec 4, 2020

Dec 4, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC

Bobs_6thsense

I Remember.

I remember the lights going off in the brains of young poets. Deep in the dank streets of New York or Columbia college. When the blues and twos would come and round up The beatniks snapping to the howl of a homosexual mind. When the generational attitudes of those too old to know, Control the ****** acts of “violence”, or The deepening scars of our philosophies. When the urbanization of historical prowess leads to Gentrified gypsies of the diamond deserts and endless skyways When the great in the country isn’t good enough For the red hats and spray tanned millionaires. When the stocks of corporate dragons burn down The attempts of upstart knights and online kingdoms. When the politicians of old become the scapegoats For the ironically gerontocratic few. When the female few who dared couldn’t find their lost primaries Or control the lifeblood leaking out of the Strait of Hormuz. When the powerful and powerless fought in-between The dejected and all too often ignored. When the powered halogen lights flooded prison yards of Wrongly convicted and murderously in need of help. When the San Francisco clubs lit up with muzzle flash And the dancers lay weeping in their blood. When the schools became places to duck and cover Or learn to trip a friend when running from a gun. When parkland high became a manufacturing ground For casings, tears, and candlelight vigils. When the American dream came combo packaged And supersized with obesity and unemployment. When the education of the youth became about The profit margin in a spreadsheet full of debt. When the sun sets in the smoke filled horizons And sleepless rest settles on the western front.