Take Your Pride And Resist Poem by gregory collins

There is the celebrity porcelain that has begun to rust.
There is a walk through the land of shadows and it is only the river.
There is heat and do not even mention about drowning to save the world.
There is the space between yesterday as today and the past as tomorrow.
There is Afghanastan and its a bunker filled with sand in the final breath of freedom.
There is a government and all the people in it cut a hole in us from the bottom of the ocean.
There is the fear brought into a count of law and some people say what if Hollyweed was never written down.
There is a hope they get rich selling religion in 3-D and peace to the picket lines digging to the center of the earth.
There is a children's Hell and someday your crying child will gutter your eyes alive.
There is a kick coming to the crotch of Chrysler so keep one step ahead looking for warning signs.
There is the taste of medicine just to feel each breath of what nobody says.
There is my poor celluloid heart and how it aches counting shiny bars of Cuervo gold,
and there is independence day in a stolen car driving all night through the pouring rain to rock your boat with a smile i do not understand.