A poem from a Mad World by Annette Kalandros
The number of our destruction smacked us in the face,
But too many didn’t want to see.
They liked the words they heard,
Shrinking their ever-enlarging world:
–Where you walk is holy
(as long as you got thousand-dollar shoes)
–We don’t care! Just wanna keep up with a Kardashian or two.
–I ain’t wearin’ no mask. Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what to do!
–Who the hell cares if a black man can’t breathe? Cuz he shouldn’t
give a cop a reason to put a knee on his neck!
The seven tentacles touched us to the core
Long, long before:
–It’s all you can eat!
–Trade in that old husband or wife for a new, sexier model!
–Who wants to work that hard! Buy college scores!
–We’re so much better than those Mexicans, Blacks, Queers, Muslims,
those shithole countries.
–Drop a bomb! Just drop the fuckin’ bomb on the bastards!
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