Radical is Good

Complacency sits
with its smug, self-satisfied smirk.
The self righteousness of
death before life.
Give me the razor sharp,
acerbic tongue anytime,
so that I might
squirm in turmoil
and feel alive.

Give me the bearded and pierced radical
with fiery breath
and sworded tongue
The polemic voice
that shatters all of
our comfortable
dogma

Live on the edge
and feel the pain
the cold, the hunger
of the poor and dispossessed

Capitalism stinks
Communism stinks
all the isms stink
Bring back the prophet
the bard
the radical
the poet.