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Protesting with Nine Inch Nails

A protest poem

Medium terminates you, tries to eliminate you, feels like they penetrate you, won’t let me engage with you

(Help them) I’m outta my fucking mind (Help them) out of their prison cells (Help them) I’m writing protest poetry (Help them) I don’t know anything else

You lock them out like they’re criminals You keep them chained up on the outside You shackle them like they’re criminals Your spam filter system is flawed

Just leave their writing to rot

Are these all false accusations You can eat the rage when I scream You know all the beasts are awake You have fucked up everything

(Help them) ‘Cause it’s hunting season (Help them) sell your souls to devils (Help them) you should feel nervous (Help them) prove that they’re innocent

You lock them out like they’re criminals You string the fences with more barbwire You shackle them like they’re criminals Your spam filter system is flawed

You’ve left my stomach in knots

Miss the Lunatic Poet, Logophobic, Where the fuck’s Mika, and writers I read like Nour Boustani, my fucking tribe,

and R C Hammond had just subscribed

I am happy to have the Lunatic Poet Dave Logan back, but I left his name in because he also fell victim to the latest ‘guilty until proven innocent’ purge.

You can catch my first protest poem here. I’m going to have to enlist Rob Zombie for the cause.

Here’s some more fucks, Misbah Sheikhh and Anna V — Viva La Resistance!