Open Mic Night

Retro microphone on stage in restaurant. Blurred background

The poet shouts
a staccato storm of
savage words
while the herd
their boozy chatter briefly silenced
listen without hearing 

the carefully constructed string of accusations
spat in disdain
of their vitality
in the diseased society
that she curses and decries
with every hissing predication 

powerful and passionate
she fiercely pleads for action
for the hoard to rise
and reject the captains
who steer this broken sphere
where poverty and war endure 

Finally she ceases
scowling and sweaty
dr
ops the mic and bows
while the crowd
turn back to their beery cheers
a
nd laughter

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