You Can’t Speak Grievance, You Can Only Translate It.

wearing my convictions like a condiment stain
all catch up to throw down on the great unwashed
a bleached tale wagging the dog, people
get ready there’s a change a comin’

you can’t speak truth to power unless you
can translate grievance to a balance sheet
the prime time bottom line that commodifies
the capitalist bookends; myth and money
and the manifest destiny of neighbors, sons,
and daughters murdered en masse in your neck
of the woods

Happy Campers master the rhetorical devices of 
the rent-seeking. Lease the lyric and sing your sad song. Others will hum along, if your words chorus the requisite courage.

You Can’t Speak Grievance, You Can Only Translate It.

NaPoWriMo April 3 2017

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You May Also Like
Read More

Luddite’s Lullaby

why the delight in our new dystopia the digital ring Dante failed to decode its curious cadence meters the algorithmic to surcharge a taxiing stress— ...........
Read More


my creative flow is just below a buckle of good intentions starts gung-ho that creative flow peters out in soft circumventions my ruminative woe trumps ...........
Read More

Her Entrance

Her Entrance  a little pirouette through the pocket doors clued me her party was a closed circle a gather round of the currency comfortable in ...........