Slow Huzzah Ghazal
Resistance and rebellion don’t excite? Are you okay?
You maybe lost your belly for the fight. Are you okay?
Who dialed back the thumping on your militant subwoofer?
What tranquilizer beat your appetite? Are you okay?
You used to jump at the chance to mix it up in the
street.
An activist lit. Alive dynamite. Are you okay?
This isn’t news to us: there are no happy activists.
But happiness is not the hoplight’s right. Are you okay?
Just stay in bed. You’re in no shape to break the
barricades.
I’ll take your place when bonfires blow tonight. Are you
okay?
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