Friday, December 2, 2011

help out with my attempt at a poem!

Peer Edit Please:

Your violence is not so obvious.
We are not sentenced to death; we are not murdered.
You /torture/ us.

You imprison us within our communities, restricting us to live with our means
Earnings that You have determined & devalued, mutating average into impoverished.

You have slyly enslaved us.

You have picked, no, pillaged the pockets of every pair of pants
And like a Cardinal who raids the collection plates you don't even pretend to donate.

You fell over your own feet,
asked Us for a hand,
And as We extended, cautious, but with best intention
You cannibalized our arms and our legs

Now we beg on streets in wheelchairs to fellow citizens You still mutilate
And while You gorge Yourself with the fruits of our labors
We, the Farmers, starve.

Now yes, it's true, we share the blame
For we sponsored Your services to create cheap comfort
But that 'comfort' is fleeting & like a drug it lasts less and less
And now we are a junkie society, obsessed with affording our next fix
Unwilling to clean-up, terrified of rehab.

Unfortunately, for You, not all of Us are addicts
And sober eyes see Your high isn't worth shit

As we present our case to the servants of justice
We smell your money on their breath.

So the saying goes: "If you want something done right, do it yourself."
Today, I'm proud to say, we are.

Fearful Leaders, be warned:
We The People of the United States of America
In order to form a more perfect union
Will not tolerate the tyranny & oppression of the greedy
For this is OUR country, not just Yours.

Politics may not be poetic, but Justice is.

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