True Believers by Michael Peck

I am not a silent poet

flat world believers
dream
of endless growth
expansion
money
ignoring those being pushed
off the edge
their screams and tears
lost beneath the noise of
stock exchange excitement
the sweet sound of profit
 ..
our leaders say
we have to
continuously grow
our economy
our power
our influence
if we are to survive and
afford an army
to protect us
 ..
Those who do not share
our dreams
destroy them
we can not support
those who
don’t stand with us
 ..
everyone must do their share
being willing to sacrifice
but the ones speaking
did not sacrifice
 ..
those on the edges
kept being pushed closer
to that final fall
trying to push back
toward the center
where it was safe
 ..
the riot police
formed a line
pushing
them back
they knew the finale solution
the only room
was over the edge
 ..
no one seemed
to question
what…

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