Liive from the fucking wires! From waves of mutant grain
hating radio! From jiving pig megaphones
from detention stadium and the hurricane
mesmeric lights. Liive from the oily interior,
Save us from swarthy bomb makers and teenage flame
from the AKs under their hoodies, the poor and unstable,
Dear pigs we salute you. Dear POTUS rock us to sleep!
and rebar. POTUS protect us!
Fence off the borders. Fence off the sadness!
From the scrubbed decks of history,
where precious pig children toss in their beds.
From the shiny new century, from satellites pinging at Mars.
and the tight cockpits of F-15s. Liive from the force field
Follow the sirens, the exquisite weapons.
Throw your hands in the air.
The inner voice gone haywire, hijacked by media and furor.