The dispossessed

We are not dough
Do not punch us down
And do not aspire to be bread
We don't even want to be
Dough

As we have already said
We are not dough:
Do not punch us down

But do it enough and,
We rise and will multiply
But we are not dough

We reason and conject
We conjugate the verbs
We spit out poetical
Reams of words

We are not dough.
You fools,
Yet you punch us
Down and you

You

You

You will be freshly washed -
Pink handed...
Less than unprepared

When we surge in a tidal way
With the all ethics of angry water