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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