Rifles

by Jeremiah Walton

Rifles blessed by a priest
aim at the weak and hungry
and fire.

Rifles loaded through art of forgetting
the sweeping of shame under the rug
They fire.

Contemporary politics are disgusting
Its rifles are hideous.

The 8th wonder of the world is your body
Your blood is the only flag you should shoulder,
the only flesh to be patriotic of.

You owe no loyalty to your birthplace

You owe no loyalty to repression.