Stand and Sing Along
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Fearing my knuckles could crack from clenching, I proceed to tear out my hair. Self-conscious of a scalp too scabby to show, I shifted to kicking a brick wall. Pissed that the bricks weren’t breaking, I broke into the equipment yard and chartered a bulldozer. Upset with the situation in City Hall I decided to see the mayor immediately.
Pissed that the mayor wasn’t there I turned towards the Potomac River. Seeing the slums and the suffering there made my blood boil and spinal cord shiver. Still I ride to the pearl-colored house with the blade lowered, all my chips down in that stack. Just one man betting on the hope that the rest of the world has my back.
Staring down the steel hog’s snout I smell saltpeter strong. To my left I see the barricades; behind them, I hear a song. To my right, a warship poised to drop the final bomb. Now ask yourself: Do I duck and hide or stand and sing along?
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