Sunday, December 29, 2013

Fuck you

Keep struggling for the struggle
Wrestling with reasons for the questions
Why’s go for days in spring summer and fall
As leaves fall to the floor
I rage for the homeless
The addicts
The alcoholics
The junkies
How shiny polish on this town surrounded by brightness
In front of town hall
Under bridges
Under guard
Under watch
I will never go for the lock and key deal
In spring worlds collide for the young ones
The little boys and girls with hope
With old friends and lovers
Tear rotting eye lids let go for the things they lost
In which they do not know the list for which has been stolen
They came in the night and slipped it out
In sacks they went away with disobedience
They made and incision around the top and emptied the contents in a jar
From which I write these words
A renegade using poetry as my only weapon against the tyranny of others
I write long scribbling for the children
Think of them in this
Think of you in this
Think of you in this world
Think of war in this world
Think of protest in this
Think going and go!

The streets are calling for you to forget yesterday and look on to tomorrow to find a way to say fuck you

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