Plea for Anarchy
Kaitlyn M. Ulmer
We stand dutifully erect,
Our heads bent in lazy servitude,
Our legs wobbling weak,
Our hands plastered to our breasts,
Saluting anarchy.
The banner leans, beaten
By youth assured by dissent,
Flogged against the blackboard,
Unraveled, unwrought, untold.
Red stripes of Bush’s blushing,
His dictionary out of reach.
Red stripes of Clinton’s agony,
Infidelity to impeach.
White stripes of empty promises
Falling from the skies.
White stripes of feigned purity
Sullied by tainted lies.
Blue sky of pollution,
Oil reeking into sin.
Blue sky of empty ozone,
Global warming scalding skin.
And fifty stars of incongruence,
Laws sanctioned by our idols,
False gods, innumerable flaws.
Anarchy, where are you?
