THE CLOSET MYSTIC

I’d sooner die

for revolution

Than live

under oppression.

My heart bleeds,

eyes weep.

flood the streets–

awake, awake,

open your eyes,

see.

silence

is closing the cell

tossing the key.

open your eyes,

see–

open your mouth,

speak–

land of the free?

what a mockery.

corral the sheep:

ICE, armed to the teeth.

the time is now:

who will you be?

today, them:

tomorrow, you and me.