Sal BiaseComment

No. 42

Sal BiaseComment
No. 42

No. 42

We think of ourselves

like enlightened men

We pick ourselves up

just to fall down again

As blind and as rabid

as wild beasts

As easy to cull

as a flock of sheep

There’s really no telling

what we’re fighting for

This is a genocide

this is not a war

This is America

but what does that mean anymore?