I expected click-click-click
of handcuffs binding wrists,
eyes red with pepper spray,
a haze of tear gas fogging streets,
black ‘copters rotoring the sky,
and cellphone vids of troubled days.
Too late I realized the cunning gist
of protests that shimmer on-screen.
Slowly they disappear from the net-
first the anarchists, then the homeless Vets.
Facebook and Google delete the rest.
No bullet, no blindfold, no last cigarette.
anon57 writes anti-authoritarian, anti-racist, pro-privacy poems from Suburbia USA. He explores concerns regarding growing military adventurism, surveillance, mainstream propaganda, colonialism, and police state tactics.