Bread and Circus


A Love Electric
04/29/2016
Todd Clouser

Lyrics

South of the imaginary lines

where the uniformed and ironed men and and women that look like boys and girls, skin on the face still soft, 

wear their gloves and glasses

bad men are winning the imaginary wars they’ve begun so they could win them

 

Jhosivani put his feet to the ground he slept on this morning

dark toes and light palms

the merry go round Earth

4 kilometers down the wild vein roads cut between

the complete canvas greens where his cousins and father and Uncles cut and culled beauty

 

to the bus and the sings, where there are, look cheap and weathered but the women are still pretty, he was wise enough to not love them

The politicians are the heroes they will tell you, photos of feeding young Indian women and boys, places they would never go if not for the photograph

 

Jhosivani has no numbers or cards in banks or machines, he exists because his heart does

his mother still loves him with loud command on the baby city green ride to the schools that might take him somewhere someday

 

After they cut them down,

 

 People paid attention for a while, they wrote and made videos and sold them

 But the wicked came with Bread and Circus

  Bread and Circus for the City

pan y circo para el pueblo

 

Today he is reading stories of revolutions and dignity, the wind blows the page corners through the bus windows

He is adding numbers with his fingers while the taxis turn and the sun crawls from its sleep

 

He’s the type of boy who looks straight to your eyes, but not through them

He’ll give you a chance

 

The government is letting the grass grow tall between school and town

On streets named after people they surely would murder 

 

Everybody know the president here is type of man who looks to your eyes but you know his heart is looking somewhere else, he came once after the boys were cut down, 

 

The martyred men say they shot and burned Jhosivani’s friends, the boys he slept next to and one time, by the whistle trees, sang a song about Christmas

He asks about justice and most of the women he wanted to love disappear

 

murdered and martyred, he’s gone too

 

 

 When they shot them up

 People paid attention for a while

 Until the wicked came

 With Bread and Circus

  Bread and Circus for the City

 

 

All Jhosivani asks, gone now, was for dignity before he grows up 

Just that no one forgets dignity can exist

He wants the blood you have be treated as no more precious than the blood that shoots around the veins of the boy on the city bus in Guerrero

 

The president still flies in his own airplane to meet businessmen and women and drug dealers and the most powerful boys in the world. He takes vacations

 

 And when we worry

  People pay attention for a while

 Until the wicked come

 With Bread and Circus

 Bread and Circus for the City

 

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