A-Wake (2013)

Posted: March 14, 2014 in Poetry
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A-Wake

Somewhere…

Someone,
is hurting somebody,
while saying,
just doing my job.

There is no one helping,
because it/s not their job.

& millions are afraid,
to speak of it,
for they may lose their jobs.

So it is,
we/ve sold our souls,
with silence.

Systematically servile compliance.

Still embers burn,
fire with potential to be,
conflagration on the plantations,
of economic slavery.

Fuck it…

I/ll bite the first bullet and lead.

I just need to know,
who will stand after they take me?

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