Don’t go out to the market
The bullish bunch is out there!
The streets were safe before
They are not so any more
Anywhere and any moment
They can pounce on anyone
They surround, you can’t run!
You can’t run, you can’t reason
You can be accused of treason
The mob is a mindless crowd
But each of them a fired mind
On the prowl an alien to find!
They are co travelers on a train
They are standing on roads main
With weapons of twisted justice
Believe they serve
the mother land
the fuming holy patriot band!
Create no unrest, make no mess
Match yourself in food and dress
Walk quietly beside the bully dog
Until it’s asleep in sweet dreams
Until winds blow in wiser streams!
Xavier Bage
Tues, November 07, 2017
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