Partisans of Grief

We revel in our treason,
 our catalyst for change
 We don't wait for answers,
 we laugh, seize, and live our days
 Embracing our sedition,
 crawling off our knees
 As John Brown-patriots,
 who force the world we want to see 

Traitors! 

Who you'd call a traitor,
 is the son of libertad
 La unica esperanza-
 with no master and no god
 "Freedom-haters," agitators?
 what would they call Thomas Paine?
 Founding fathers– praised as martyrs-
 or terrorists by another name? 

Traitors! 

What you call the Nation-State,
 is fiction in itself
 agreed upon illusion,
 enforced by violence– ruled by wealth
 This land is fucking your land,
 and not through them defined
 by fucking flags on SUVs
 or Superbowl half-times 

Traitors!