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White folk running back to their neighborhood prisons

Posted on 11/08/2016 by Flake
The still of the hill.
New Zealand duck farm fences
shattered lakes and  90% rivers
unclean
Prime Minister says its alright
he’ll swim in them, never
caught
drinking it
though.
Dead floating ripples of silver
head lights of winters
holiday house for two
million feet exclusive beach front
ownership.
Locals white and friendly
dumb
Feed bags of the usual shit fixed to faces
question factor turned off due to the usual
pressures of all round success my duty as a
democracy defender
go into work
full time, get the question established, why is there
no national violence
no Gov. body
gang addressing the concept of civic collapse
of social responsibilities corporate colonisation
of radical citizenry margin control
and leadership going anti-demonstration  -My organisation
and I stand silently for
Transparent Egalitarian Democratic values / quality / substance / moral / ethics
to be Pragmatically argued and implemented at
home & at work.
We are radical and
we are honest. We will debate with
Anyone Anytime Anywhere (If we can get
there! I’m a volunteer available for hire.) It’s cold
get coat on
civil union defense arms
civil defence order
civil city county arms
it self with warmth,
civil disobedience hospitality industry

potential
Here’s  Jasper the Casper of
white flight in the
Ghettos
They be up selling their
souls up river, counting
space sets for the
Black invasion
Fear inslaved
already inevitable,
we’ll make it true,
nightmares
a success
in business.
No one buys good news.
Forced to buy good news
everyone buys good news
no one bought itrunning backwards to keep up
with devil mask on
dancing in the shamans light
healing spell before dying
send a message to spite formats
preconceived outcomes
A circumvention, if you will,
a news bypass
direct line of thinking for you
achieved, see my brother and sisters
flee the tank of moral apathy
see them dressed in thy enemies clothing
see a million invisible hand held grenades
to the heads of
no one sees it coming and
knows who the enemy is.
Hands held to temples
of power,What’s a colour anyway
compared an idea
a system of lucky runs for the greens greeds, red yellow blue
who can’t help themselves.
I look away wondering if that be the way, to judge success that fails,
to get in there, quick, sort it out
hands on

The White folks running
back to their neighbourhoods, prisons
are carrying the gene,
carrying the dream of capitalism’s ghost
carrying the flea that pulls down a fence
There’s no stopping something invisible so out
it will be made.
The perfect first step
in any democracy re-take
is the founding of debate.
Platforms that can take civil indifference, hate
exercise civil love -extricate civil abuse
indifference re-cast as interested
both sides. In, out difference
maybe Out difference our
man/woman trans/mix gendered
candidate dressed
to vote
word
unite
under attack
victory
in identifying
the enemy
dressed in our clothing.
breathe in, let the trenches be dug
before we flood them
from the sides
swim
share a drink

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3 thoughts on “White folk running back to their neighborhood prisons”

  1. Editor Editor says:
    12/08/2016 at 10:14 am

    lol

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  2. Flake Flake says:
    11/08/2016 at 10:37 pm

    I’m a Kiwianian brought to you by the Australian Bank of New Zealand.

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  3. Editor Editor says:
    11/08/2016 at 10:27 pm

    Awesome Flake welcome to the site and for the Kiwiana Poem keep it coming

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