Protest shadows....."A poem about the Left"

I walk amongst shadows , they are the shadows of the young and rich, sprinkled with the poor, black , Unionist, and queer activist! Suckers united against the system, they hold hands together in unison, Communist, black Pan African, the Islamist. They all shout and scream, all demanding freedom!All the while marching with T-Shirt idols of martyrdom.

Yet do not be deceived of these cries of freedom, for they are nothing more than veiled cries of fandom and unwisdom. They pretend to raise a fist of liberation. Yet in effect its only reflective of oppressive isolation. These dark shadows on the street who pass by me. I wonder there names, where they come from, who they be ,what's there story. They remind me of dead ghost without a resting place! Angry anlgo child like figures with out dreams. Wearing buttons of African oppression, while pretending to be smart because they know a conflict in the heart of South America!

These, dark eyed, Chomskyites, who blame the liberator over the oppressor. Spitting in the flag of freedom, while ingnoring the bodies of the oppressed! The tune is always the same "blame American for everything"

What silly shadows these are, that follow me, pretending to see Vietnam, all the while they toss a smoke bomb! Anarchist who align them selves with structured and organized things. Anti capitalist, sipping on starbucks, while typin on lab tops, Gay Communist, who scream about the American economy, while sporting a bag from Armani.

These are the dark shadows I see, a crowd obessed with the fantasy of m. t. v.!

Shadows who proclaim with sneer to be experts in history and liberty, all because they hold up an academic degree,

To all those who reflect the "Shadow people",

I say..... Fuck You!,

for today this proud American will be the Counter Example!

By Hip-Hop Republican