A frustration grows
like an ugly flower
watching this abysmal
use of tremendous power
to stomp on smaller things,
like mother and child,
but, nothing so wild
as asking coat and tails
to pay a share,
their share – no more,
just to help keep open
the school’s door.
These great negotiations
on the side of the high art dollar
do nothing with appropriations
stolen from blue collars.
These war crimes,
without war,
fought on the
court room floor,
have judges behind
the Axe handle
as Four generations
of blood curse the booty
these pirates
must now bury.
screaming at low volumes
