 inspired anew around other writers, or by a scrap of something I read. Tonight, I went to an anti-war poetry reading and talk at school and ended up making some changes to "Daughter of the Hegemon." New and revised stanzas in italics: Hegemon's children
iPod-cloaked reality
SUV freedom Small or great, our wealth
at high stakes; yet we forget
"Third World" is people Lazy citizens
Media ignores dissent
And corporate greed Ever uncertain
Senseless, macho posturing
A zero sum game Endless tit for tat
Can there be a safe end, if
Humans act godlike? All claim to know best
God picked them over the rest
And loves others less MLK once said
"Riot is the language of
the unheard." He knew Youth -- eager, restless
Martyrdom and fame to gain
But nothing to lose
Her sudden husband
Arouses no suspicion?
Desperation wed Will more be as blind?
So afraid of spinsterhood
Interloper's brides And, when will it come
Subway, office, bus or in
Her too-happy home? Paranoid? Lucid?
Prejudiced or just
Seeing all the signs Hometown folks have said
"You wanted to be at the
attention's center" But just not like this
Living in a state of fear
Anhedonia We, the new Nazis
Greatest purveyors of pain
Sold out for comfort Hegemon's daughter
At the empire's demise
Pampered no longer
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