What Can You Do?
When you wake up one morning and realize
you are in the middle of world war three?
Events fall into place when your elected government
punish you and brag about it as if you are
the enemy and you thought they
were on your side.
You voted for their strength
you dismissed intelligence
thinking it too soft.
And that love of community
betrayed by those who see the world
differently,
years of indigestible anger
simmering beneath your flesh.
micro-shocks prick your neck
from bold headlines
opinions from people you do not know
that don’t make sense
until the day you are ordered
to stay isolated on that small plot
where you live
and the only brother is not big
but atomized
he’ll snatch a few words
from your facebook page
use what he can and delete the rest.
You are deletable within half a second
and your bank account suddenly shrinks
before your eyes and then you get it.
You get it.
Without a face or a name
you are the enemy.
But even the enemy changes shape.
You choose.
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