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How to Stop a Revolution
by Johanna May
Make the whole world middle class.
Give them beers
Give them weed, big asses
Speed, small asses,
Xanax, food too much,
They still starve,
Watch.
Give them a dream,
don't wake them up.
Tell them everybody's fault
For hate, poverty and homelessness,
Break it to them on a talk show
Of themselves blaming everyone but themselves.
Never remind them time's up
On their silence, or just because
They missed the violence
It does not follow them home.
Even your banana will tell you a tale or two
Before it reached your sterile counters.
And if there is perfect justice
There will be a god
Who spits out the lukewarm.
Just as this god smites
Those who do harm.
02/11/2016 Posted on 02/12/2016
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/12/16 at 02:01 PM My kinda world Johanna. Wonderfully expressed. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/12/16 at 04:32 PM if the world is in chaos, it is owing to a lazy gene, which cannot strive to find love not only in the world but within itself. they, the potential lovers think it too difficult a task to love someone, not even themselves, and especially themselves, given they are fearful to break their own heart, albeit hearts must break as must seeds, lest their efforts to grow anything out of that shattering experience are in vain. poetry is born of shattered hearts and soul. it's all about love and the lack thereof. |
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