Late Night Anarchist Poetry

 

staring at the computer screen the words don’t meet my eyes

 

"Lies..."

 

file gone, must've been erased I think

 

"spies..."

 

grab the remote, switch the monitor to cable TV

 

“Channel surf”

 

nothing on but neo-nazi messages wrapped up to look like game shows

 

"but my nose knows what it knows"

 

i can smell a pile of bullshit from at least a quarter mile away

 

"he smells more than most"

 

all the way from his cushy job in DC

 

"he smells like a landfill to me"

 

not afraid to be a moralist backed bigot with a serious lack of morals

 

"the b*****d"

 

he stands erect on his soapbox, preaching oh-so-loud to the choir, men in the back scream

 

"liar, liar, liar"

 

telling us what we should and should not do in the comfort of our own homes, putting a price on the land of the free

 

"not much of a war hero to me"

 

since when do wars breed heroes anyway? revolutions perhaps, they breed the brave, they free'd the slave

 

"i wont learn to 'behave'"

 

wars make killers, addicts to pain, brainwashed masses all too glad to fill their pockets with assets

 

"stained in oil and blood"

 

and when will they see justice?

 

"it will come in a flood"

 

and the gates will come crashing down all around him as he tries to flee the scene

 

"we will all be held accountable"

 

and what will come of the huddled masses you and your men have only sought to demean?

 

"is it not fair to have a dream?"

Reviews

[Glenn]

interesting. i really liked this one. Though not much of an anarchist myself.