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Red light camera ticket
Big Brother Entrapment Municipal greed
I'm here to rage against the machine
whose wheels I grease daily at the office
In the earlier trials His Honor studiously mispronounces
Wang and Abboud dupes an IHOP waitress into confessing
The scripted cops lounging in the jury box
suck their teeth when the old hippie says the sun was in his eyes
Though in their eyes
a faint daydream of minutemen and in the judge's voice
a cracked nod to Jefferson and Adams
We're all rebels to power till handed its flask
And I about to rise to face the robe
Land Rover parked in the shade outside
kid I canned last week gone to live with his mom
don't I still see myself as the man
who stood before a line of tanks that summer in Tiananmen
book bag and food bag hung in fed-up hands
Man
despite the legend not alone made small
and large by the one unpictured
hunched in the cockpit of his Type 59 suddenly
roused to gag the gears
stop them dead on those olive belts
Who will stand up
for the one who stood down
Who
as waterfront fireworks soar will speak a bright word
for Charles Cornwallis
his redcoats turned toward their huddled ships
his sword laid down in the Yorktown sludge