lockstep into oblivion

beauty in this country
isn’t beauty at all

views of hills
now clogged with views of houses
who want views of hills
with houses on them

the pedestal isn’t for teachers
or thinkers
or artists
and god forbid it was for pacifists
or anarchists
or dissenters

it’s for corrupt athletes
for corporate logos
speeding in circles

musicians who don’t
write
what they sing

all of them
peeking around the cross
fooling you

turn your head
watch the affordable big, flat screen
while we
murder
everything that moves
and a few things that don’t

your hands are filthy

until we wipe the slate clean
and there is
war
in the streets
will we
ever
recognize beauty

NB @ 2:40 PM

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