ProtestA Poem by Scott De BuitléirOr: "Not Every Lattè Is Some Classist Sin"I am not your hero. I am not your socialist saviour, Or wordsmith soldier sent to summon the disillusioned To rise and protest (yet again) Of all those things the capitalists invented. I am not your hero. I am not your populist poet Your salt-(on wounds)-of-the-earth Man of the people, placing bets That they're on history's good side, this time. I am not your hero. I am not the coarse-tongued bard Cursing freely in verse to those mad At anyone other than the downtrodden For where comfort lives, an enemy lies. I am not your hero. I am not some suffering soul; Neither pitiful pain inflicted in yesteryear, Nor in queer-qualified fury at everything and Anyone swimming down the mainstream. I am not your hero. Let those who've caught the people's pulse Lead battle cries against landlords and laws, My muses dwell not within news of this day, But to name my own path, and know which way I came, I am not your poet; Instead, I am my own.
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Added on January 12, 2019 Last Updated on January 12, 2019 Tags: middleclass, economy, inequality, protest, austerity, wealth, politics AuthorScott De BuitléirCork, IrelandAboutHello! I write poetry on a range of themes, from identity to relationships, and from languages to LGBTQ history. I use Writer's Café to publish new poetry, but I also have some books publis.. more..Writing
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