Push it back

Push it back

Push it back

There is darkness

Hidden in the shadows

Of every story

Stitched into every tight smile

The politics of envy

The breaking of vows

Nothing is as it was

Before the fighting

Mosquitoes leave a mark

Bad blood

There is a fight

To be had

In everything

Identify the man

Take the tag

Leave him in the dirt.

Beat me with a stick

For King and country

Lay me down

Pass over

I am not here of my own volition

We are part and parcel

Of the partition

We have not

Nor did we ever have

Any right to believe

We were special

But we are

Each of us

Left waiting

Stuffed chimps

Asleep on a shelf

Banging a drum.

Is there anyone among us

Who knows

What the hell is going on

When playground bullies

Run the world

Big daddy

Calling the rest of us out

Gathering an audience

To watch

The indigent fall.