POLITICAL Poem: Attitude, by Ninger Xu

Do we run faster to not be adults
to not raise a toast
and let the children
share our second-smoke
give to receive
more flattery
to assault beauty
critique politics and curse the protestors
to not feast
throw a glass and blame the waitress
lose weight and order lobsters
to enjoy flashlights
pose on the velvet carpets and laugh
like an olympus god
to stay seated
pound the table and say

I Stay Neutral
to disperse teargas faster than fireworks
and celebrate
because it’s their story
and lift a finger to scroll away, tilting to the left
Bask in the sun, and have another round of applause.

On bright nights the sun displays four colors.
White is the tents punctured.
Black is eyes pretend to shut but never shut.
Red is a tree of hands behind the politico.
Green is the symbolic peace calling from next spring.
In the tortured, desired, promised and razed land—the sun also rises but the powder
blocks it.

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