In any case, it can’t be clear,
we see factories smoking Lucky Strikes,
belching blackness into the cancer-stricken sky.
We see G.I. Joes playing cops and robbers,
on the streets of soul-food diners, corner liquor-stores and tenement settlements.
We see high-stakes poker-players,
playing Monopoly with week-to-week paycheck maker’s money.
We see comatose masses,
hypnotized by one hundred and fifty channel sixty-four inch pornographic babysitters.
We see lawyers and liars and lobbyists and loggers and doctors and dentists and draft-dodgers
riding a never-ending roller-coaster Tilt-a-Whirl Loop-the-Loop
of no taxation without representation.
We see all this, from the microscopic to the astronomic,
and yet we live and die in darkness…
– Kurt Poleet
“My country, right or wrong,” is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, “My mother, drunk or sober.” – G. K. Chesterton