We knew all the previous revolutions,
a Twentieth Century packed
with political battles, conspiracies
and ideals. We are the
ones who came after, a galaxy of
blunt without direction.
We have no weapons, no banners, no
symbols, no ideals, no enemies.
But maybe we won’t be digested and
spitted out like the ones who came
before us.
We tasted the bitter fruit of the
large retailers which fobbed us
off with their stale slogans on tshirts
and sweatshirts.
Sizes are never the right ones because