Green Hoods

Black hoods have replaced white ones but it's the same old game quieting tongues-intimidating to get their way-the only way burning cities cloaking hate... swinging bats at ghosts leaky boats without sails drifting toward the edge of flat earth minds.. One day the black hoods will be wearing suits and ties scribing laws into youth's restless palm. Pitch forking them into bales of death reasoning away their blood past gorging and purging on oil waxing bikini lines and sports cars. Once the wrecking ball now the pillar of a gated community cracking the blinds afraid the green hoods are going to steal their comfort expose the last scent of their wild.