The City Mob
the dead eyes frighten
when the secret held by many
has already seasoned the crowd
now fed up with everything &
dead set with nothing left to lose
out in the street where they know
deep in their hearts
that the only sense of justice
that they’ll ever attain
will come from striving together
against what doesn’t respect them
against what doesn’t value their existence
against what has to fall &
what will inevitably fall---
for the secret on their lips
which they may whisper together now
while amassing in the street,
is one from which the rest believe that they are
immune,
but it is the last true verse left to be uttered by a sane
individual & it doesn’t abide by critics or editors or
authoritarian tyrants who look about the rest of us with
manufactured smiles concocted from blood/dirt on their
unwashable hands with contempt for our very
lives.
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