Exposing Utopia
Instead
Cry instead
I cry instead
Sometimes I cry instead
Sometimes I feel like crying
Sometimes I feel like crying so
Sometimes I feel like crying so I
Sometimes I feel like crying so I hate
Sometimes I feel like crying so I hate instead.
Sometimes I feel like hating so I cry instead.
In this Theatre of the Absurd ~
Wearing my white robe like a mystery play ~
Little Dixie hangs in the air like heat ~
A clanging wagon rolls into Ferguson ~
Chains dangle ~
Big House at the bustling hemp and cotton plantations ~
Seeds of the Civil War germinate ~
Human cargo brought up from the deep south ~
Captives cross the vast ocean ~
Every shift I struggle for minimum wage ~
Swimming as fast as I can, barely afloat ~
Buying Christmas gifts at the dollar store ~
The mall feels like some kind of science fiction movie ~
Taking place inside a wooden ship ~
Who does the captain work for ~
Did Big House ever fill my pockets ~
Seeds within my civil war germinate ~
Do I hate ~
Do I cry ~
Do I expose utopia ~
I found the Klan image on Wikipedia ~ I do not claim copyright for the original photograph ~ I am recomposing original images using it under non-commercial fair use provisions for purposes of commentary or parody.
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