Breathing Pestilence

Looking in from the outside
Each city pukes its wounded forth
A world that time forgot
Along 95 from south to north
From gray to greener lands
To exburb, suburb, in-between
Some choke and some breathe
A fact of life in this plutocracy
As the best of the worst plan our lives
A mass murder of the spirit cuts the vine bearing wisdom’s fruit
Brother, wave your trust in faith goodbye
When it’s man against man, the culture consecrates the code of spite
So this is the ideal system —
Millions shunned in urban tombs
Easy for the rich to suffer
As they smile, wave, and lock their doors
Driving away from the failures
So trivial and so normalized
Back to their pristine pastures
To forward and secure their perfect lives
This nation blood-bound with its ties
Gives not a fuck for its children or the toils of their wasted labor
Flood pouring gates open wide
Upon this fiction of a state, and the excess it expels and justifies
Ghosts in concrete veils, haunt Katrina’s winds
Gasp, as charcoal air, fills lungs as black as tar
And they drown…