dancing in suspended political movements

this morning i sit
thinking about the assassination
of bobby kennedy by
the coward hilary clinton
and how bullets fired
in 1968 seem more
valuable in our current economy

if i didn't wear
my politics on my
sleeve my dreams would
have to dance in
van gogh's fields of regret

walk into any museum
and you will hear
the white buffalo weeping
on the rooftops

someone once said that
history is made by
men with huge egos
and small dicks during
the revolution their women
served tea who said
that? i did
it really doesn't matter anyway
our children are born
with social amnesia i
just want to dance
on the graves of
history the last stand
of any nation looks
different in sunlight we
are each our own
country the song you
once heard faintly was
divided into stars i
heard a rumor once
that hell was another
name for dreams dancing
in suspended political movements

© 2008 John Dorsey

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