False Flags, a socialist poem

False flags,

Do they wrap the coffins of martyrs in fake news?

Dying children,

Pipe bombs and alienated labor,

all because of misinformation.

Get help or get a gun

but only turn it on yourself.

Life is not black and white

but our options sure are.

The literary gatekeepers say they want “edge.”

They want the “best.”

Yet all we read is fluff pieces

about some racist grandma yelling in her office.

And some shlock about a garden with a friendly bumble bee.

When you remember that bees are dying, the poem loses heart.

False flags,

Killing children,

Winning the presidency.

Such are the times we live in,

Such will the time be

Where our children die.

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