Name and Address Withheld Propagandhi

The following views expressed
Do not necessarily reflect
Those of the prevailing

Order, who prostrate to
Their naked kings, tailor the seams of
Funeral shrouds on foreign shores

But shed no tears for the dead
The dead of the endless list of
Informal wars, the justification for

Will be spelled out
For me, coming soon
To a screen near me
Near you

I'm feeling less hopeful
And so much less human
As my days are reduced to
Little more than

Settling for revenge
And wondering whatever happened to the kid that pledged

Chalk it up to an overdeveloped sense of unbridled vengeance
Somebody fed me too much New Hope for breakfast