deep down
beyond the darkness
that permeates
throughout this monster
like the stench of chicken shit
on a hot summer day

a kind of oasis
is clinging to existence

not exactly the brightest point of light
or shining city on a hill
still it is here
in which hope endures

but this santuary
for the martyrs to sanity
the multitudes
blessed by happenstance
and good will

this place of peace
and relative safety
can no longer abide
the complacency
once afforded by such privilege

for the brute does grow
infecting all
with its infinite emptiness
and cruel future

yes
it must be stopped
but finished from within
and so

from the belly of the beast
we march

we trample its innards
and gouge out the guts
with a thousand cuts
until our power is known

and the monster will groan

then as it dies
we shall ride
the entrails of the thing
expelled from its gaping maw

belched out whole
reborn
birthed again and again
like a broken dionysus

Peace/Love/Organize/Resist

m(~_~)m