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I just watched a video and cried becauseI'm a sucker for that stuff. Drums beating,
banners waving, people happy doing
the one thing they know will light a fire
under the wimpy butts of congressmen and presidents
and make them fear the fear they've made.
No fool like an old fool, sentimental claptrap,
laughable, a geezer watching lovers on a park bench
remembering what passion was back in the ancient sixties
when they thought they could kill us just by chopping off our heads
and serving Martin Luther King pà té and Kennedy gelée, Malcolm X
and Freddy Hampton faux foie gras. Ha! We showed them.
You and me and video, see, it works even across oceans.
MosquitoMac and Mac McKinney will go down in history
for flying me to Washington, my cesspool birthplace,
to see streets flooded with flowers, not dollars, for a change.
My people! One heart fractured in a thousand pieces
but knowing what it takes for reconstructive surgery:
Come Together! and we will when we stop sputtering about "the Jews,"
the Bilderbergers and the Illuminati, learn to use
Facebook and OpEdNews, IndyMedia and Bellaciao.
We've barely scratched the surface. Yes, Bruce, we are wounded
but watch us fly, when we get our act together and descend
next time, millions as one, on Washington. My town.
