I want to be 18
And fling my body into the barricades
Throw a Molotov cocktail
At the platitudes of
Business as usual
Get arrested protesting
Death for profit
Not this old man who
Can only send money
To support groups
And curse the tv
When the Nazis march into Washington
Or burn the rainforests
In the supermarket
But I was young once
And remember how to
Oppose the fascists who have returned from
The ashes burning for the leader
Who is a projection on crumbled walls