Shame!

I look out at panicked faces washing hands empty places hesitation for Embraces. This is not my country. Indifferent politicians. Menacing corporations. In silence like a funeral procession, they walk past homeless poor dying depressed dejected peoples- their eyes averted from sick masses. They separated: Suits and ties and gavels and gowns a weighty hindrance dragging us down by corruption and lies and crosses and crowns. They only accept our agenda when denying us would remove them from Power. Decade-by-decade century by century they concede to us our progress as long as they get to keep their authority and fancy dress. Each tendril arm: industry, governance and the threat of violence that is still violence. All sap our energy and will and Power. This country, these arbitrary lines, archaic systems, and populations that are propagandized and proselytized against- under-educated and beaten down just to be taken advantage of. this is not my country. And it's not yours either.