Category: Poetry

Yes, I am angry
at the way we treat
this planet
and our fellow man
throughout
our sorry history
Yes, I am angry
like punk rock on stage
Like teenage rage
at the machine of this age
The capitalist extreme
playing the trump card obscene
Turning the tables
Burning the pages
of your judgements
turned upon a dime
Convicted
by your very own crime

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