Jonas Kyle-Sidell

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.