The Disaffected Revolutionaries (Poem/bitchfest)

The Disaffected Revolutionaries

The tattoo on his neck

Doesn’t look to me
Like anything but
A boot print

Don’t talk to me about

Choices
What “they” deserve

You were not born in their wet skin

You are not yet disaffected

You are not a smoker
So tax the smokers

You are not a gay man

So ban gay marriage

You are not a Muslim

So establish a base there

You are not a drug addict
So discern the drug addict
From a loftier perch

You are not evil
So punish the evil
Ban it-
Mandate its expulsion
So the Great You
The Rising Right
The Promised Nation
Can manifest its destiny
Otherwise
Who knows
What He will do
But...

Wasn't that the Biblical Satan's plan?
How is it now your Biblical God's plan?

While you consider this
If you choose to do so

Those who do not recognize
Your sovereignty
As their Judge
Will exit the coliseum

You built to honor your false selves

Encircle your box office*
They now make themselves ready
For the moment
That you too are disaffected
And walk slowly with them
Down those slippery stairs
Wet with blood and urine
Staring into the faces
That at once harbor
Aspects of
Violence
Anger
Love
Peace
Frustration
Misunderstanding
(For they also judge)
And await
Your decision
To join and fight
Or fight those that join

 --Eric Marley

April 2013

*Lifted from Saul Williams' poem, "Bloodletting"