Fight the Power


The heat is unbearable.

We sweat across streets

and humble our shades.

Wretched curse the sun,

its glare vicious,

puffy, the hanky wipes off

the inglorious stains

of the body:


For the elite, the heat

is the mean beast that eats

the life of the man; yet,

through the various memes


venetians blinds are drawn

against the mad,

the hungry, the insane,

the streetwalker, the lame;

rolling in piss or fucking

in broken down joints


The divide is the sun and for

the former, the everything,

the other, the nothing:

but for everyone burned to

the marrow, sucked dry

by the acid, we call on

every single person

raising their hands, dying,

against the unblinking

lids of the Sun


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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