Drunk on Apathy by Andrew Velazian

I am not a silent poet

If we are to reap what is sown

from the soil

Fertilised

by the bones of the poor and their toil

Anger should have now ripened

to action

As The Grapes of Wrath

go unanswered

As it’s from our own boots

we get trampled

into the earth, the bitter juice leaks

Resolve is destroyed

as our impotence peaks

But we take all their shit and wallow in silence

Afraid to stand tall

afraid to use violence.

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