Go to Madison Without Me

I'll be the one who waits behind as all of these others
Arrive at the capitol, waving their signs and singing
Songs, and saying, as if that would make it so, that
Things are changing. No, they're not. Did they get
What they wanted? The union's done. The poor
Are starved. The schools are closed. The same small
Group of greedy bastards, in their boardrooms,
Laughing, help themselves to what the others made,
As peaceful protest does exactly what they planned
For it to do: allow the marks to make some noise,
And then go, empty-handed, home. Look, the bus
Is set to leave. Get on and make your funny sign.
I'll join you when you see you're beaten, when
You understand you don't need chants. You need
A torch.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-12 at 14:20

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