Alienation #6
by M.L. Woldman, Regular Contributor
At the high end shopping facility
Everything presents as a threat
The opulence surrounding
Imposes
The mannequins
Faceless
Grey menace
The Range Rovers harsh
Their halogens upon a blinded world
Footsteps which
Bear the weight
Of state violence
Fingers which know the touch
Of 911 dials
Antifa paranoias
Those who smile and wave to cops
Now we know who they’re willing
To slaughter
In untold number
To avoid the slightest inconvenience
