Democracy is an invitation to struggle
after the looting.
Look, I was wrong.
We can’t win. This isn’t our
defining moment. It’s not even a decent
Only the hungry
take to the streets
and ours is a
fast food fix.
Armies march in time.
They don’t stumble into selfies
to tweet. Armies march in time.
Shoulders back. Eyes straight ahead
en masse. Bound by a common
oppression. Spring clipped and t-pinned
to its pretty flag. The anthem of the fuck machine