liberal guilt improv 1

We are a museum for lost causes and revolutionary dreams.
Our fists are flatlining green.
I have been to Berlin’s burning squares.
I have seen its empty chairs,
art squats and its bones.
There is more than mourning to be done.
There is more than analysis
and analysis
and analysis
and analysis.
Remind me of Paris in ’68 and I will talk nostalgic.
Remind me of Dili in ’75 and I will talk handwringing and liberal guilt.

Our liberal guilt is a silencer and
we are a well oiled, quiet pop gun-
we run empires of mind and nothing more.

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