Monday, February 3, 2014

Apollo's glare

It has been said and retold of the beasts out there on the streets but no one sees
They are too busy with getting fat and famous
Getting too dumb too quick
Finding a women's heart through her naked body
Being too cool too high too foolish too fast
They forget what is going on around us
Distraction is the game and the young do not stand a chance 
The warriors walking with the wombless and the hungry
Sometimes fall ill to distraction
Watching gladiatorial games while Caesar feeds war and conflict not of the people
Distraction she dips her venom in all of us
Sometimes to the point of delirious complacency
To job security
To meal stability
To shelter capabilities
But forget revolutionaries do not write and stand still
They do not eat feasts but search the dumpsters for scraps with the unwashed
Revolutionaries do not quietly into the cold dark night
They shout in the square upon Apollo's glare


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