Merry, merry, oh contrary:
The world is restless and growing wary. Children in Haiti are malnourished, suffocating. Happy Yule-tide Palestine. You wake up to find today, like every day, the Israeli army has killed another child. Wake up Zimbabwe. You are free from apartheid but free trade has stolen your water supply. Korean workers commit self-immolation. Remember to be P.C. F.Y.I. or Y.O.U will be outcast, out-fast. Gave all your money to the world bank and it sank into some military abyss, you won't miss what you never had. Freedom, it's the right to disobey. Your rations are few. Happy Holidays.
It's the bleeding hearts that get me, the screaming, thrashing, singing, dissident crowds, holding firm in the face of adversity. Break free from tyranny, they scream. The lollipop laggards stand back, mocking, laughing, squirreling away hidden admiration for the ones who stand. Crypto kids clap hands in code and shrink away in silence, live another day, anonymously blending with the passersby, watching from the sidelines as the riot gear cops push in. Someone throws an apple and gets a beanbag bullet in the face. You don't know anger until you see it bleed out the nose of a rebel with a cause.