& we have all been orphaned
to poverty in
responsorial psalm
of hunger
arching through misty shelves.

orphaned by circumstances that voted us as one;
foreign agencies recruit us into war games:
armies to death, like Spartacus;
manufacturers of weapons that kill us;
chemicals on drones make us sick
our faces choking from them.

will make a good dancer from the scratching,
from the itching drums played by orphans like me
in a music played superbly by world known powers, yes!

a genre in a class of its own: G7 -
far from Gen Z
dictates the pace of these dances
& distances
& these wars.

& I fly home:
another macabre at play -
east to west, north to south,
orphans I see through and through;
'cause no one could stand up and fight for us:
against looters we voted into power
against military we taxed ourselves to pay
& to kill us.

what do we do when
government plays dumb
as we form flocks at home, like in orphanages,
sitting-at-home
crying?