broken hand w/ mirror

in this world where

almost everything is beyond
your control and your
choices are limited to false
god, slave, impotent king

vote or don’t vote

shoot or don’t shoot and
                      either way
the starving continue to starve

grow old

then

die

eat handfuls of dust

send postcards back to

your loved ones, to
your enemies

let them see you

                finally
for the empty threat you
                   always were