Don't Join

How strange.
The angry man leans forward
into the summershine sidewalk
looking oh so Mark David Chapman.
He looks like he's stateside
but inside
he's permanently
patroling the streets
of Ur,
between Tigris
and Euphrates.
He's been cultivated
to maximize
third party potential
at the expense
of his own.
All the waste
is all the wasted.
Does he know why?
Probably not.
When he got flag fever
it wasn't his problem
because that's the
true gift of freedom;
the freedom
to defect,
to stay outside.
Don't join.
When the gates
of the temple
were knocked down,
it wasn't his problem.
Now it is.
Now it is.
Does he know why?
Probably not.
Dollar Bill
and King Capital
sent him overseas
to rake the land
for milk and honey
to fuel
the binge
that can never stop
until everything stops.
It's not my problem.
Is it yours?