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Political Soundtrack

By Brian Fanelli

Every Sunday, I came dressed in punk rocker black,
checkered pants, steel-toed Docs.
No tie dye on me when I joined
the Chester County Peace Movement.
I lined up at the corner of High and Market,
still and silent, even when City Hall suits sneered hippies,
the Chester County Victory Movement chanted troop-haters,
the families in SUVs blared horns and shouted unpatriotic.

High-gel hair attorneys glared.
Some protestors stepped back and whispered,
Is he here to join us or blow up the courthouse?
But my combat boots hadn't marched on the sands of Iraq.
I was always the one to break up brawls,
mute my guitar if circle pits exploded into fights.

As protestors marched and sang
Dylan's prophetic "The Times They Are A Changin'"
and Lennon's piano-laced "Imagine,"
I heard the words of Joe Strummer:
You'll be dead when your war is won,
and Dead Kennedys' singer Jello Biafra:
There's easy money, easy jobs,
especially when you build the bombs
that blow big cities off the map.

I stood still even when pushed
by a Victory Movement thug jabbing
his finger in my chest and screaming,
You don't have the balls to fight in Iraq!
I plugged my ears with my I-pod and listened
to Henry Rollins roar over sloppy Black Flag chords:
Try to stop us. It's no use.
We're gonna rise above, rise above.

Added: Monday, July 7, 2014  /  Used with permission.
Brian Fanelli
Photo by: Susan Jaffer

Brian Fanelli's poetry, essays, and book reviews have been published by The Los Angeles Times, World Literature Today, [PANK], Blue Collar Review, Oklahoma Review, Paterson Literary Review, and a number of other publications. He is the author of the chapbook Front Man and the full-length collection All That Remains. Brian lives in Pennsylvania and teaches writing and literature full-time at Lackawanna College. brianfanelli.com

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