Flumes Vol. 4: Issue 1, Summer 2019 | Page 46

Since the Trains Left Appalachia III

By R. Gerard

I am oppression.

I am great and vast and secretive.

I am engrained in the literature of the weak and sear the minds of the

strong and intelligible.

I am ignorant and lazy I am stupid and destructive

I am oppression

I rape your sons, and make eyes at your daughters,

I charge you money to cash checks that go right back to credit collectors

and fraudulent insurers.

I pile you together in neighborhoods near polluting factories And there

are no grocery stores.

I build highways through your neighborhoods and pipelines through

your sacred land.

I poison your water and piss in your reservoirs because I hate you

I am oppression

I tell you that your salvation army bootstraps are too weak

I tell you that you do not work hard enough to qualify

I tell you that I do not care about your limited resources

I offer you limited access to freedom, at sliding scale cost when I feel

nice

I am oppression

I opened the mine for you good people, I cannot pay you any more

I cut your health benefits and give you lung cancer

I know that there are no whistles to be blown since the trains left

appalachia

I am oppression

I will not sit next to you on my public transportation, Besides I am only

riding for a newspaper picture of me on the bus

I audit you for missing a payment and seize your home

I build parks where homeless bums are not allowed

I expect you to be on time to work in the morning with no place to sleep

I fire you for having problems outside of

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