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.