May 9, 2014

Class Warfare: Opening Shot

By Tony Brown

You drive your big car
up to your big house.
I look through the window
after you’re inside
and see
your mink’s
been tossed
onto the chair —
damn, a mink coat?
Such an archaic tell —
don’t you
understand cruelty,
don’t you hear
the people’s disapproval,
or are you just too rich
to feel?

You and yours
are a problem to solve.
I and mine
won’t solve a thing
if we don’t choose
a little war from the tool kit.

I hate you, if possible,
even more
than I did before I spied
that coat.

I shall box you,
bury you in filth, then
bury your coat
in clean soil.

I’m going to feel alright
afterward.  A little right death
never costs that much

at first,

we’re just getting started,

and I’m sure that
unlike you,
we can stop anytime.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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