You try telling them the Labour party is about them
They vote for fascists because they feel small
Feel like they are big, strong, and dimwitted
You tell them the man in the suit with the funny accent
Cares about whether they build things with their hands.
Ireland has gangs now
That beat up people, nearly to the point of death
Not because they are Catholic, or Protestant
But because the gangs are bored
And they feel small
And they need to feel powerful, somehow.
The Jews of America filed their way past
One by one
The great villain, the great Judas,
Bernie Madoff. They spit
They cursed. They crucified him.
Sheila lost everything, and David did too.
And oh, it is hot
It is hot and flammable
As if flint might strike a stone
At any time
And all of us
Ignite.
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