in
Taiwan i'm Uncle Tom
and what
I preach is true
i've got
a hunch you're just a bunch of
"don't
tell me what to do."
i've seen
them linger, wag their fingers
at
mercenaries
greed
marching
here, trashing there
they won't
get what they need
they need a
job or it will rob them
of their precious lives to
love
themselves and find their mates
and
children's sweetest spice
suffer
Moses, can't you see
the heretics
are mocking thee
though
you've a path and hold a staff
your
leadership won't set them free
i retreat to
being happy
with my
lover and my home
but there's
a higher love above
that won't
leave me alone
the
peddle-footed sewing Singer
the miracle
of light
as slaves
went through the Pharoah's ringer
to bring us
here tonight
your
wild-eyed appreciation
your
activism cause
will burn
you like ghost money
but harmless
to your boss
hear me not,
young anarchists
your work
place organize
don't waste
your feet on restless streets
when with
the union you can thrive
11-21-13
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