blood machine moving down main street,
broken bones and mangled babies and
who the fuck screams with their throat torn out?
who the fuck stops to help the already-dead,
the perpetually stoned,
the
terminally unwanted?
we have never been a kingdom of saviors
we will never know a truth
unstained by ignorance
let the holy men burn in
their false sanctuaries
let the demagogues be fed to
the rusty whirling blades
you and i are what’s left once
the storm has blown over,
and we still need to bury the children
we still need to wash the feet of
the lepers and junkies
to screw the brothers and sisters of
100,000 anonymous suicides and it’s
not an act of kindness but aggression
a sound like metal on metal, like a
wrecking ball against a skull
music, you know?
explosions, or the slamming of doors
the sound of shots fired on
a nursery school playground
it happens, but then some asshole cocksucker
starts screaming that it never did, and
suddenly you know who the true enemy is
suddenly you see how their story will end
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