Slates of Innocence
The eagle is hurting –
His wings snipped,
his majesty vacated;
replaced by the rats
of pigeons: Just a gray
common color – what
is left of a flamboyant soul
once the spectrum of individuality
is gone – bleached out by
Marxist designers and
and pressers. They plan for
the people the garments
of slaves – hoarding Gucci's
and Cassini's for themselves
and profligate offspring –
Equality seldom reaches
beyond their walls...
never approaching their
Elite doorsteps, paved
with slates of innocence....
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