We See

We see


We are the Steam Filled youth
the basement dwellers
the sleepless angry mobs

Pushing and shouting
showerless, we mouse over
tireless rants
by a fifteen year old Troll

We cover our faces-not from Cyanide
but from nothing
Anonymous we yell

And Run

We sleep in city parks
under forever buildings
and we groan against their
Permanence

Our permits are dirty from the rains
Our waste spills into sewers
Our eyes cannot breathe

But there are girls here too
so we push out chests
We say big words like
Sacco and Vanzetti
The Black Army
Armbands
my band

under the drone of Streetlamps
we push on the Cops
and the cops push back
which has never been done

We want more
We want more
We want more

We read with wild eyed hunger
and text with pushed-white fingers
Soon Detroit, Memphis,
Cleveland,
shitty cities

The Poor will line up
and the women will woo and yell our names
We will pick flowers for kids younger than us
as we march on to tell them

We want more
We want more
We want more