rage against the machine

broke as a joke

i smoke 

my hash and laugh 

at the hashtags

i remind my mind of my kind that are dressed in rags

with shopping bags for suitcases and the inability to protest

this mess; instead, they hold a different type of sign

begging for anything, abandoning dignity

sidelined by

the most basic human needs

survival vs luxury

feigned sincerity vs true belief

fighting to stay alive vs living the life

trying not to die of a virus versus going viral

i am not in denial

he in fact IS my president 

and it is unfortunate

(to say the fucking least)

that he 

is 

not the first to live 

in 

the oval office and be a rapist

let’s not forget jefferson

and his slaves; poor sally hemings

remember the rape and pillage of the american indians and other countries

regretfully, not the first chauvinist 

with a gigantic question sign in my mind

i guess

i guess that

i am a nihilist 

because if it ain't fixed break it

down

town

they march with matching pink pussy hats and bleeding hearts

i stay home alone like macaulay culkin

but this is far from christmas

i stay home alone, silence my phone

slit a frederick douglas part into my hair and get in the zone

i am home alone

while they march in washington,

and across the nation,

i sit 

naked

and afraid

overwhelmed by the choices made

incapacitated by feelings that fade

with each start there is an end…

…it seems we have, finally, collectively, woken from this fib 

of an american dream

so now, with fists up and pure love, let us rage against the machine