I am ashamed to see security guards at my Bank,

armored vehicles used in money transport

and Police officers on the streets patrolling.

Supermarket loss-prevention professionals

and their cameras sleepless watching upon us.

They say that this is intrinsic to the Capitalism,

modus-vivendi we inherited from forefathers.

I am not used to the 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.


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