Sunday, August 21, 2016


says he has something better than
the truth, like any pusher would

says the future is prisons

says hope is in the past

and i’m right there, you know,
i can hear every word but i can’t see
the fucker, and i don’t believe
in ghosts

i don’t believe in slavery,
but it exists

don’t believe in voting,
but votes are still cast

winners are placed against
one wall,
and losers another

it’s the age

it’s the season

the year of shovels & guns,
just like last year was the year
of open pits

like one god is better than
all the others

it’s something to tell yourself
while the soldiers
are breaking your hands

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