poem

the trump is dead

If trump would die that would not deter the monster in this machine

A monster which, btw, the machine relies on and cannot stop once unchained by the long-arrived cracking of the ...

Two inter-sliding dams that were one and are one, always grinding over your bones and blood to keep a red river subordinated to markets and mythologies

Trump did not make trump Biden did not make trumps, but—yes he diddoes—help create conditions that make-make trumps—even a dead trump—a sea monstrous factor

The Biden:

Locking arms with the KKK to stop the civil rights movement...

Locking arms with Clinton to bring war to the border...

Authoring mass incarceration...

Saying Roe v Wade went to far to help the democratic party hoist "limiting abortions" as a capitulation slogan

Genociding for empire...

Applying the duct tape to Anita Hill...

Oceans, Mountains, Planets, more...

You know what? You will murder the monster in syncopated fist drumming with all the other yous

Whatever, whatever this November: you deserve better

You will the better be. A justice-rinsed world before you die. And die we must, but...

Not all of us

The pen and the sword are mightier weapons when correctly wielded together at the proper point in time and space