White Men in Suits

They'll die. We'll die. It will be for the best.
The troops who aren't slaughtered will have
To come home. The victims of businessmen
May be relieved. The planet will cool,
And the hungry may eat. The lies we keep
Hearing won't repeat so loudly. The others,
Now crowded, will find they have space:
The brown ones, the black ones, perhaps
Even women, will stand up at last. For a
Time, they'll feel free. Those white men
In suits and the wretches behind them will
Perish. That's good. They have run things
Too long, but it goes without saying that,
After a while, new tyrants will stand
In their place.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-12 at 19:04

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