Strip Mall ReverieWhen someone finally comes to destroy you,
You can be certain I'll step aside. Communists,
Poltergeists, hunters and gatherers, armed with
Only their spears and knives, I will tell them
They're welcome. I'll unlock the gates,
And I'll laugh as your churches and workplaces
Burn. It's not that you're much worse than all
Of those others. It's more that you're smug.
You believe that your affluence, built upon
Bent backs and hunger and misery, carefully
Spread out across the whole world, is earned.
Well, it isn't. In fact, it's been seized from
The billions who wait to be hailed and admitted
By this man who stands by, intent upon treachery
Because he finds you so dull.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-10-26 at 19:44
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