Charisma
and Pretending that our Leaders are working to save us
and thinking that they know Better and Asking “is this really a Democracy?”
and wondering if we are the pawns on their chessboard
and wandering and waiting and watching for the next massacre
and whining about it because no matter how many times we stomp
our feet and growl out protests, they will smell the fresh blood leaking from our necks
and pounce onto us like wolves so we won’t survive beyond the next verdict.
i ask myself if i can be the One to make a Difference. pounding hands
that slam against the asphalt stomp your feet
and start a Riot. tell your mom that you are going to bed put on your gas mask
grab some friends. democracy bleeds into Authority
lace burns onto skin cattle prods brand His women, and i ask myself
whether i am sure that patrimonialism really blends with Tradition.
Break, breathe in and out. bend, snap Crunch.
you wake up in a new Utopia and you believe it until
you turn on the television Female voices speaking from the cabinet congressional
suits Draping their bodies and you wake up. it is your dream,
and that is how you know that it is Not real
He has power and you have the scrapes across your psyche to prove it
it is because he is a Man, and they preach socialist theories while not
allowing women to own and bleed and scream. we Cannot live underneath…
His shadow is crushing me perpetrating some Political theory
and i am a classist, capitalist Pig. roses of pure snow are stained by Blood
while the queen of hearts screams “Off with her head!” she is an agent of the System
the King of england tells us that our Leader has too much Power but he is eating
our children he is Disgraced under the black highlight function of microsoft word
and i want to be president while Pretending that I am working to save them
and thinking that i know Better and Asking “is this really Who I Am?”