Aching Phantom limb Syndrome

Feel the pain of missing platitudes, promises broken to ourselves, believers of truthful prevarications transmitted to those deemed surplus. Banished across tracks inside redlined areas. Bled dry, supply side economics feed a mechanized appetite for the war on thugs, throwing rocks from conquered territories. Gardens made of smashed green glass. Post industrial relics of riots and picket lines stuck on pause. Mannish boys struggle to be a carbon copy....