“At times we must purge things from this world because they should not exist”
Three-Pronged Pitchfork in Four-Part Harmony Redux
syncopated beat,
expect the unexpected…
Sync up!
The world our witness
as we salute the
bankruptcy of a bankrupt system.
The people’s chorus…
Cold voice,
warm voice.
A deep quiet voice, like distant thunder.
Another, like new pennies.
And still another,
shrill, unbending cry,
bubble of blood on her lips,
like a clenched fist.
Three-pronged pitchfork on our necks,
riot red blood tenders a ticktock beat…
For it is written –
He who cannot be killed by one
is killed by many.
The elephant is a large beast,
but he can be killed.
The lion is strong,
but he can be killed.
The tiger is strong,
and he can be killed.
if you fear not one alone.
Standing our ground,
never back down –
We demand redress…
We will repossess
everything you stole from us –
the air, the water, the food, our rights.
Three-pronged pitchfork,
Lies, smashed and splintered.
Blood washed clean.
Coroner’s report –
Cause of death:
Foul play suspected.