We are stepping into the twilight
of intellectual curiosity,
where enlightenment means only
how high the blue light flashes on our tiny screen.
Reading means checking the blogs,
or perusing those long
instagram posts for events, celebrities, gossip,
We have elected a snack food into office,
who gets paid with taxes he doesn’t even pay.
Fuck the monarchy! Oy! Oy! Oy!
oh wait. A political de-volution.
Is another revolution in order?
We are 1760, with slaves,
still lynched and separated
by the color of their skin.
Where is Harriet Tubman now?
All I know is that it’s not safe to ride the
Or drink the water,
depending on the poor city you live in.
Instead of mead it’s Michelob.
Safer than the leaded reservoir.
And the lies your government tells.
Golding would roll over in his grave
if he knew that the Lord of the Flies
now had guns, and in the schools.
And we sit idly by, watching
twitter like tennis.
The Wimbledon of our undoing,
as World War III rages just beyond
and we avert our eyes,
avoiding the struggle