A poetic summary of what capitalism is
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Fat stacks
A poem musing on how unfair society has become
The Rage
Babies bombed Children hunted in schoolyards Rich men bathe in the blood And the rage builds God forsakes Rains death for minor slights Over feigned insults And the rage builds Rich men laugh While stealing from all Basking in the light of God While we suffer in Hell And the rage builds And the rageContinue reading “The Rage”
The Cat That Snores
The cat that snores Comfortable, Secure, Happy. If only, If only we could be as content
Staring
Staring Deep down Into an abyss I want to jump To fall in But I cannot move
NEVER OBEY
Don’t wait to disobey the villains in power When the freedom of all is at stake. Do not be silent when they come for your neighbor- Shout and fight for them. Scream loud as you can- “They are attacking us!!” And fight back violently against the evil in your face. Do not make yourself aContinue reading “NEVER OBEY”
Comfort Dependent on the Suffering of Others
Eat the food Watch the TV Isn’t that guy funny? Don’t look outside There is only suffering out there Stay inside Stay comfortable Don’t worry about your neighbors They only lost everything Have some more bread watch the circus Don’t look outside, dammit! We will be over to take everything from you soon Keep yourContinue reading “Comfort Dependent on the Suffering of Others”
The New Fight
The old order is crumbling Falling into madness You think it’s over? That the worst is behind us? Don’t be foolish! This is the next stage of battle. The revolution!! Do not count on your leaders to save you They only want to save themselves. If you want to live You must learn to first.Continue reading “The New Fight”
When the Show ends
When the show ends And the credits roll Will you be proud With what was shown? When the lights fade And the bell tolls What will be made From what you’ve sown? Will there be cheers And applause? Or will they jeer And seethe At what you’ve done? But would it matter What they thinkContinue reading “When the Show ends”
New Sh!t, Same as the Old Sh!t
Holding out for a hero And getting villains instead The same run around every 4 years, Vote for the douche Or get the turd sandwich. Remember when voting was different? Not this damned if you do choice? I don’t. I honestly don’t. Ever since I was young, We been ruled by a coalition Of A-holes.Continue reading “New Sh!t, Same as the Old Sh!t”
Studio CreatiV: The Writings, poetry and musing of an Angry Man 