Who are the Last Prisoners of Our War ~ by Ashton Bergoyne Smith
Oh we’ll keep doing it won’t we?
As if anyone cared more than we,
we paragons of virtue.
Oh look at those in front of us
for this weed,
this plant,
this maker of money,
this earth medicine,
whose very name we dare not say.
Oh look
at those in front of us
They are just the ones who were caught,
and we are taking their money,
and we are ruining their lives.
Who are the last prisoners of our war?
Who are the last prisoners of our war?
Our war on the poor.
We are my friend,
we are.
Oh Al Capone!
You’d be in Miami now
on the beach,
laughing again.
Laughing your fat ugly laugh.
The last poem was Once We Had Oil Poem. The next poem is The Shadow Returns Poem
