“Let Them Have Their Tar-Tar Sauce”
–Charles Montgomery Burns
opiate
more sophisticated
than Jeebus;
calming
soothing;
familiar.
a woman will only accept so much,
most men-
far less.
but the mob,
the people,
your huddled
masses-
squeeze
till they bleed,
willingly they
give more.
injustices,
executions,
corruptions,
abuses,
rapes,
betrayals-
all tolerated.
sometimes
celebrated
time
and
time
and time
again.
the price of peace
purchased
on the scarred backs
our fathers
and the scattered dreams
of our mothers.
and
we pay it forward
through passive participation.
I loathe those
who prey on the weak
but I am terrified
of those who would
keep me meek.
my soul sings
to harmonies universal.
memories that I have never lived
pound relentlessly.
they pound inside
of you as well,
if you
would only
listen.
keep your tartar sauce, son.
I’ll have none.
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