Slowly They Go

by

Fifth Estate # 400, Spring, 2018

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I expected click-click-click

of handcuffs binding wrists,

eyes red with pepper spray,

a haze of tear gas fogging streets,

black ‘copters rotoring the sky,

and cellphone vids of troubled days.

Too late I realized the cunning gist

of protests that shimmer on-screen.

Slowly they disappear from the net-

first the anarchists, then the homeless Vets.

Facebook and Google delete the rest.

No bullet, no blindfold, no last cigarette.

anon57 writes anti-authoritarian, anti-racist, pro-privacy poems from Suburbia USA. He explores concerns regarding growing military adventurism, surveillance, mainstream propaganda, colonialism, and police state tactics.

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