razor blades in candy…

from
my
second floor apartment
i
could see
the brown bag prophet
wearing
a surgical mask
and
holding up
a series
of
signs
like
cue cards
the signs read
sweet exterior
economic incentives
inside the bill are dangers
hidden agendas
blank checks for cutting ada
hurting children and placing others at risk
social funding cuts and more
now really
is it an incentive or exploitation
the prophet
then turned
and
faced
another building

 

then freedom dies…

sitting
acquiescing
to
injustice
tacitly submitting
to
our own slavery
denying
that
there are
chains
binding us
to
survival fears
justifying
our lot
in
life
by
claiming
that
this life
is
better than
that life
and
this country
is
better
than
that country
so
words
are spoken
denying
the smell
of
a nation’s
rancid flesh
passively
saying
there’s
nothing
i
can do