as the nation burns in protest to an ever increasing set of of what is tinder to the sparks of orwellian dystopia and the old wounds that are never allowed to heal in the face of systemic racism and abuse become cyclic as if by rote and planning

while no one is looking is when the monsters in charge sign bills against the ones they stopped representing for love of big business and the moldy green of notes which only have value in pockets of the few that fan the flames of outrage as the money trucks back in

keep an eye on the protest and one on the swollen prostate of washington where the needs of the one percent are handled with finesse and understanding to trickle scraps to the rest that are besought with outrage as the opinion reporters spit bile wondering why it doesn’t extinguish the fires

the american dream is a nightmare from which i fear there is no awakening