New Poetry


The Only Revolution That Matters

is your own
the one you fight
by yourself
for yourself

these larger wars
waged by men
clever and cruel enough
to use others as pawns
go on as they always have

they are symptoms of a sickness
feeding endlessly upon itself
nothing more

statues are pulled down
others are erected in their place
flags change colors

some starve
while others sleep
in palaces of obscene wealth

you would wish it otherwise
as would I

but the wheel turns on
regardless

ignore it as best you can
and keep to your own
wars

write your poems
and drink your wine
while clever men
find new things
to kill
and new ways
to kill them

this is surely a victory of sorts
and more important than you think.

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