Margins - Ghostlimb

You can scream at the dramatic irony

Of tax cuts as larceny

Or wring our hands in shame

That our republicanism ain’t the same

As Nanterre and Catalunya

But that individualist creed doesn’t seem to predicate

Access to resources and an equity centered game

Unless you’re a captain of industry

Or their babbling unproductive progeny

Or an actor turned politician or a modern day patrician

You must acknowledge

That those people you applaud

Being beaten by the police

Cleared from the streets by gubernatorial decree

Might just represent your interests

It’s like a dispassionate aside

And like a kidney jab at pride

To conclude all is well here