Friday, September 30, 2005

81. Treason

by Nathanial West

You turn your back
and burn the ties
to all thats right
that you defile
but stand despite
the bleeding truth
washed out in trash
so mad with image
and hollow with soul
so stylized and grinning


Get the cards & phones & debt
fuel the fiend that hurls its lead
where the money shines beneath the sand
when faith aligns with bastard plans
when his designs mean our demands
& sacred seats are $old in sham
the aftermath - alarming, now double the bodies
on the global market of hard luck & big profits
when most plow the course & a few fill their pockets.


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

1 comment:

RandomPoet said...

This is intriguing. Such clever anger, though one can't quite discern your target, though one can be pretty sure of it. Very effective, slippery poetry.