For evil to triumph all that is necessary is for good men to do nothing...........Edmund Burke
He watched his students who had
little promise of a future, job market
bleak, building debt as they learned,
while fat cats in the counting house
smiled with glee at the returns.
He could see, it was just another bubble.
He'd been in Chicago for McGovern,
against the war in Vietnam, still felt
the scar over his ear from the cop's
club. Marched out of Lincoln Park
that cold, crisp night in '68 behind
Allen Ginsberg to the convention
center. Now he was the elder poet,
led hopeful soldiers down Wall Street,
faced another phalanx of dark blue clubs.
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