I went to my local library
To visit the stacks
And realized that instead of words
The books were choked with cash
Literary lions replaced with corporate giants
Littered with the idea
Of American bureaucracy
Our sacred stronghold of silence
Under siege from right-wing violence
Greenbacks
The panacea of capitalist societies
Slap a couple of Alexander Hamilton’s
Over the nation’s barely beating heart
Call it post-traumatic retail therapy
Patch the spider-webbing poverty
With a mortar
Made of morals and dollar bills
And a thin varnish of rhetoric
Hey dude
My compassion for my fellow man’s
Sashed in a tax haven in the Cayman Islands
Here’s a quarter I found in my pocket
Have a nice life
A Country built on more green
Than the Emerald City
On St. Patrick’s day
Call me color blind
But all America makes me see
Is red
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