throwing off this blanket

                of ignorance
                I pen

                on a train

                spilling lies and greed.
                around me

                those in limbo
                sit or moan

                to a victorious

                deaf

                the knives move

                as

                our backs move:
                the men,

                women,

                the lost
                stabbed and hauled

                short

                of
                hope

                some dream,

                a spark

                or chance
                to know ourselves.

                and I know

                some time ago,
                before I burst

                hopelessly out
                onto

                this wicked carriage

                called life-
                decisions

                commands

                orders
                were issued for us

                in a prenatal manner
                to ensure a benign

                and ignorant flock:
                servitude

                for

                the few

                of them

                

                and

                I call on them
                all

                these wise men

                from

                the institutions:
                the Chicago School,

                the enlightened

                Harvard cavaliers
                who think
                that living beyond their

                means

                can demonstrate something:
                an ambition,

                a way of securing

                individual power
                over something

                hideous
                as
                this
                out

                of

                control
                beast

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