inspired anew around other writers, or by a scrap of something I read. Tonight, I went to an anti-war poetry reading and talk at school and ended up making some changes to "Daughter of the Hegemon." New and revised stanzas in italics: Hegemon's children iPod-cloaked reality SUV freedom Small or great, our wealth at high stakes; yet we forget "Third World" is people Lazy citizens Media ignores dissent And corporate greed Ever uncertain Senseless, macho posturing A zero sum game Endless tit for tat Can there be a safe end, if Humans act godlike? All claim to know best God picked them over the rest And loves others less MLK once said "Riot is the language of the unheard." He knew Youth -- eager, restless Martyrdom and fame to gain But nothing to lose Her sudden husband Arouses no suspicion? Desperation wed Will more be as blind? So afraid of spinsterhood Interloper's brides And, when will it come Subway, office, bus or in Her too-happy home? Paranoid? Lucid? Prejudiced or just Seeing all the signs Hometown folks have said "You wanted to be at the attention's center" But just not like this Living in a state of fear Anhedonia We, the new Nazis Greatest purveyors of pain Sold out for comfort Hegemon's daughter At the empire's demise Pampered no longer
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