I am ashamed to see security guards at my Bank,
armored vehicles used to transport money
and Police officers on the streets patrolling.
Supermarket loss-prevention professionals
and their cameras sleeplessly watching us.
They say that this is intrinsic to Capitalism,
a modus-vivendi we inherited from our forefathers.
I am not used to economic laws and marketing.
I am simply a poet, perhaps, or certainly, a minor one,
who wants to manifest that our brothers and sisters,
no-poet-people, would have, by now, already changed
this way we have been chained to.
First published in Boston Poetry Magazine, August 15, 2014.
Published in The Stare’s Nest, January 18, 2015.
Published in Dead Snakes, January 29, 2016.