Nine One One

Arts, Poetry | 0 comments

Written by Daniel Cespedes

January 3, 2021

Tell me what a vote’s gonna do for me.

Trump is out, but is anybody free?

A world on pause, no check to show for it

Bezos gets the pieces, we get the bits.

Serf’s up, dude, I guess we’re all dirt poor now.

You have no rent, so save your what’s and why’s.

I’m not a priority, that’s clear now.

I’ll sit and wait for Uncle Sam’s demise.

Cheers in the streets, surely they’ll ask why.

How naive is the patriotic eye?

If it burns, it burns, whatever Drago  said.

Don’t ask for sympathy or affection.

Cops surrounding outlets by the dozen;

Black bodies never got that protection.

Red, white, blue, that flag should always be half mast.

Nine, one, one, I’ve been caught up by my past.

 

Featured Image by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

 

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