What will we say when the Gods return
and ask what we have done to this place?
Each of us are bound to one another,
by breath, actions, by belief
different or similar because that
is what separates us from everything else,
the knowledge that we are different
makes us unique
and that, makes us responsible
they say justice is blind
which means it cannot see the confederation of stupidity
liberating the world with lies wanting just-us.
the map makers are rewriting our history
I am I believing the mirrored face that spits to me
saying the shit storm is coming.
The caged ones look pissed off
they are are staring at me and squatting
with their hands cupped under their asses.
I was raised by the you don’t know shit,
seen not heard, listen to your elders generation.
And I will not blame them for the state of affairs,
but I will hold them accountable
for allowing it to continue
not telling me that change can happen,
to not accept the status quo!
When the answers
become larger than the questions
we must listen to words
erupt from the ones that know
end our sociological self mutilations
to become the rag in the cocktail
burning to set the explosion
when the glass shatters
on the heads of the one percenters.