poetry and shorts on flow states of various kinds, occasional explorations into clutch states, ebbing.

Monday, April 3, 2017

land of no sympathy

in the country of no shame
you must never ask for help
in the country of no sympathy
you are always by yourself



it’s hard not to think of all the 
white men
who 
were told they were special
because their life was easy
(at least relatively)
and who were stomped upon nevertheless
by the same system that
used them to oppress
and now
flocking to a voice that told them they are indeed victims
they are willing to recreate the mess


(spurred ever onwards through the land of no sympathy)

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