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
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
Read Between the Minds 