domingo, 27 de febrero de 2011

I write messages on money
It's my own form of social protest
A letter printed on paper that no one will destroy
passed indiscriminately across race, class and gender lines
and written in the blood that keeps the beast alive
A quiet little hijacking
on the way to the check-out counter
And a federal crime
I hope that someone will find my message one day when they really need it.
Like I do


by Josh Koppel: