Buxton Shippy (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)
There is an infectious attraction to power,
even when it is oppressive and murderous.
The Uniformed and Articulate,
mobilized by the latest chariots,
deceived the trusting multitude.
Desperate and uneducated,
they flocked to the bossom
of the High Profiled.
Hoping to be drunk
In the end
they are fleeced.
Easily, they are appeased,
with promises of liberty and justice.
Even when for generations
their reality is abject poverty.
Some didn't even try.
Hoping to go to heaven
when they die.
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