Detective

After writing that last string of characters, I woke up next to a volcanic sized herbal bonfire, friends roasting fungus and fuzzy marshmallows, just mellowing through the clueless hueless smoky cloudy sky. I drifted pass the melodic confusion of our minor section, the choleric selection by our children's generation, a univocal voice of student Detectives.

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I overheard

eavesdropped

over the slow

trashcan newspaper bonfire,

The screams from

a body of evidence

his hand, digits of terrific terror

clawing, towering skywards.

The bugs inside were distorted

by the nested loops of

imaginary money multipliers within the

Goldman Sachs mainframes

The evidence is clear

the machine is real

its massive voice booming through T.V.s

And its will is baptized in the senators' eyes

after a simple donation

The mechanical inhumane digits

steers the nation's fate --

"Wake up, Stand up for the common folk"

Now the academia,

we demand the entangled nobles in congress

to end the oppressive regime

of the merchant class,

Before the capital owners

      crack the whip

to permanently enslave

our youths' minds

      burn the books

for shareholder profit

marking tomes obsolete by the semester

I hear the evidence scream from the shadows,

While termite banks ate away

our future structure

that support the aged and weak

we are bound to become

Pray that the true predatory

lenders have mercy before

they snuff the light out of humanity's eyes.

We have elected hope and change

but oh,

Your Majesty, by the title of

Commander in Chief of Arms

Sire, stay true to your course

                  our cause,

lest the old ganglords

and warrior dukes

raise banners of ancient feuds

and set our bountiful land afire

Apologize

for the unexcused use of

civilians as cannon fodder,

and the unforgiving casual tones

on uncasual casualties .

Give us liberty,

period.

Represent our piece

of peaceful mind.