Neon gods lead poverty of spirit, the flesh hungers for temporary fulfillment filling the stomach with pleasures made from stone. Rhetoricians of gold guide the dead of spirit, they rise to dead life gasping from artificial breath words of clay pour forth spewing Amen from dead bowels, the withered hand has fallen unjust knees bow consumed by liars honest in their dealings.
Not all wars are visible the paled battles are the most vicious. Hunger sold and overfed turns the stomach into poverty. Voices of the poor, turned into paintings sold as art to the highest bidder. The preacher blind of heart, bleached of sight, merchandised the words the wings of the angel have turned to pale stone.
The heavens poured out her due, wings bathed in strife gluttony flung itself over cities and towns ravenous structures fed by desperate streets, the flesh sleeps with debt wantonness like a ghost walks by daylight tugging at the sleeve of survival.
Nothing happens in plain site. Authoritarianism begins with ”for the greater good,” the smallest of steps disguised in goodness. No one goes to bed on Tuesday and wakes up a week later in communism. You go to bed on Tuesday and wake up years later in communism.
Stigmas fall like rain upon the backs of the young, souls rooted to broken stone. There are no sidewalks here only streets. Colors fade to gray. There are no homes here only government structures erected as gods creeping through the veins of the hungry. Restless dreams given from broken walls, taken captive by plates filled with rationed mantras sung by those who hear but do not listen. Poverty like a cancer grows binding the arms of the young to whispers from stone.
“Every politician should have to live on the same streets their polices loom over.”
Those running for office will say, “Who does government work for?!” The answer has proven itself over the years, government works best for the politicians. Politicians exempt themselves from stagnant wages, mandated healthcare rationed meals rationed medications walking to work because the car broke down and there’s not enough to fix it despite the fact that someone works 2-3 jobs, exempt from the true effects of a corrupt economic system whether that be capitalism or socialism, despite the fact that someone works 2-3 jobs and still needs to go to the food pantry, a political figure running for the presidential office will never be so affected by stagnant wages that they need to stand in line at a food pantry, exempt from hunger, using a stove to heat a small area in the kitchen boil water on a stove to bathe because stagnant wages have made it impossible to keep up with rising costs. So who does government work for? The government itself. *picture: Bridgeport Ct. the New York Times