Weeds consume incomplete concrete inhumane grid
deigned to keep the peace through orderly division
of paths, but police can't keep track all they forebid,
so manifestation of wild folk envision
autonomous spots along the larger margins,
encouraging a revolution hid inside
shadows, without asking, without begging pardons,
without pretending system isn't denied
freedom as legal procedure. Fuck cops, fuck laws -
at least those designed by fallible people who
succumb to their own corruption easily. Flaws
in the wild are natural and perfect - chop/screw
back notion that nations somehow are anything
but post-feudal bullshit which makes the wealthy king.
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