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The Teacher

I pinch myself

for the chance to shine

 

up here

in front of you.

 

I keep coming back.

The light is coming

 

from you.

Listen, find something to be

 

beyond an entrepreneur.

For they have stoned society

 

out of liquid laborers,

rigging a talent show

 

of endless wars

that sends us home

 

to be good, not great.  Fascism

hides, crouched,

 

in the marketplace, waiting

on the price

 

of integrity

to drop.

 

 

Posted 11/16/19
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