Poetry and politics
Don’t seem to rhyme
In revolutionary times,
Spitting words of anger
Slam reflection,
“I can’t get no satisfaction,”
Until you live inside a poem
Threading words with tears
That will never evaporate
An ink well of thought,
These visions that live
In the pages of our minds
Somehow find their way,
A chain link
To the written word,
The dress code for
The underclass
Marching to the same song
Unheard,
Nothing has changed
And the beat goes on.
