clueless
in their
costumes of black clothing,
helmets
and masks.
leather boots,
chanting their
nursery rhyme
socialist chants
through
megaphones
and cupped
hands.
they look like soy soldiers
or army
ants,
still jobless
and living with their parents
in a moldy
basement.
full of vim and vigor,
but
so easily swept aside
by a single
grown
man.

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