Jan 16, 2021

Sleeping with the enemy

My pillow gives me dreams,
of walls that separate the browns from me,
that lock the the future into cages,
that oppress the pen and mute the pages,
and visions of boots on necks of the poor,
burn my pillow - suffer its dreams no more.

America the Murderful

To the tune of America the Beautiful: O murderful our public space No person can be safe for automatic weaponry among our most insane Americ...