I Aint No Alarmist

By Rudolph Lewis  

2006 things will get

funky as Falstaff & Iago

with lint in their pouch.

They'll wreck your life

for a shilling. Hope

copper-coin colored rolls

like crack boulders down a hill. 

No time to dig a hole

throw up a wall

without leaving 

our iron-barred rooms

addicted decades to take it prone

locked down in dreams

a savior arriving like buffalo soldiers

in the service of yet another conquest

.

But mercenaries are everywhere

battering down doors

They have chipped away

torn down castles: there ain't

much to hold them back now

The women, it’s their turn to strip

Then it’ll be children, handcuffed,

mugged to tears & nightmares

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posted 13 January 2006