Rosewood 9/17/2015
Rage and laughter
Hatred and joy
We huddle under the table
Afraid to move
And afraid to speak.
The planet tilts
And falls upside down
Where right is wrong
And wrong is right.
We have seen the signs
But forgotten what they mean
Confusing the warnings for chaos
And blessings for privilege.
Bonded by blood
We are scattered like seeds
With no identity
Hunted and outnumbered.
Led along the primrose path
Secluded and dark
Downward to deadwood
Stabbed, shot, and dumb.
A few control the many
And that is how it works
The truth drowned out by peasants
Who can be
Controlled, threatened, or purged.
A band aide will not fix
A severed artery
And a loaf of bread cannot feed
A starving soul.
Nothing or everything
This is what we have
Pushed up against the wall
To run, fight or die.
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