Long live the dead we prop ourselves up on,
The cane we pass off as our leg.
Long live the gods that money trickles down from,
The temples made of bars and shaved heads on foreign shores
That we build to please them.
Long live rallies, the riots,
The danger that comes to those who call themselves our saviors
When we organize.
Forget the tyrants that we designed ourselves not to become.
Forget the hope symbol that the hopeless used to flock to
Forget the pledge you repeat every day,
Think only of the one nation under that god,
And long live the new America.
Posted in response to the challenge Leadership on the Left.
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