Bleed Poem by Stuart Logan
Bleed
Red corruption,
An impurity of political death,
Bleeds from the gaping wound that is called 'economy'.
Rulers who claim to be true,
No better than the tyrant of Miletus,
Or the wrath of Xerxes.
Caesar himself, turning in his grave.
Sacred mint of deadly coins,
Forever pumping out the truth, and censored into oblivion.
Doom is only what we do.
Not what we expect.
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