LIBERALISM CRAWLS INTO THE MOUTH OF A RABBIT PRETENDING TO BE A LION 

i do not believe my vote matters but i must 
how else will my anxiety or guilty conscience 
subside if i do not cast a shadow beyond doubt
a rugged sediment stone skipped on a frozen pond 
who can i blame when nothing changes but of course 
i don’t believe my vote will change oppression’s grip 
still i must vote or else what was the last rebellion for 
what did we release all that tear gas to do if not 
clown smirk in single file fashion off a tower ledge 
why did i start going to the church of my father again 
if not to be lied to my face and call it daily devotion 
my vote my choice my voice my silence to wield 
none of your business is my political tendency 
hopscotch the sleeping bags in store front walkways
i weave the tents with steel drum fires like a pro 
seamstress how i threads the thin line between 
what i see outside and white i think a ballot is 
bullets ain’t got shit on my election except my 
election ain’t mind and bullets built this democracy 
i say i want the war to end but i mean shut up 
if i excuse enough murder i can be the boss’s 
footrest or the necktie of a billionaire one day 
blame the clumsy person who fell off the rung 
don’t blame the ladder or those who climbed 
my vote don’t glisten in the light but it do hang 
low like ripe fruit from harvested human insides 
my vote don’t matter but it could if this was actually 
a land of free people and not a boardroom burnt to ash