Occupy Oakland Poem by Steven Federle

Occupy Oakland

Rating: 3.5


Shouts in the night, chanting
streets, red streams, white
gas seeping through your skin,
your ears exploding with flash-bang
shells landing past the trembling camera
to where he lies, fallen Marine, wide eyed, stunned,
skull-split victim of this American night.

Just follow their money
to the headwaters of their greed
and you will see how they rage
against your need
until, at last,
it's your blood
they wish
to drink.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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