Feb. 12, 2016

Dead Zone

by Quincy Young (author's profile)


Dead Zone

We are under attack!
And our offense gets no play
On mass media airwaves
Limiting my resources so I'm stuck
Family don't understand the struggle
so they're indifferent to my being in the muck.

Duck and dodge mace balls
And trigger happy drones
Who recite shadows of the pledge of allegiance:
"It's my job!"
"I just want a home I can call my own!"
Damn drones!
Swarmin' and buzzin' like bees
Or paper tigers
Chasin' a handcuffed me
Like I'm a moose rather than a
Too easily attacked by their relentless
System—that won't let up
Nor give us no play or mass media
So we will create our own
Releasing ourselves from the muck
A wave of movement
Right out of the dead zone
No longer stuck.


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