“every time history repeats itself the price goes up”
a lesson found on a banner
the slogan rings true
the mighty dollar brings you the world of strife and grief
the morphed bodies of children paying the difference
the price of life on an ever rising interest rate
with the product mass-produced at a low cost
the profit margin increasing with each fiscal term
the warehouse and hub-bub of production uprooted
and moved to the sweatshops providing employment
to those starving and desperate, their bones protruding
the faces of those with no options are hidden from sight
they are the ones at the sewing machines of fate
they are the calloused hands pulling fruit from branches
they are the shovel and the hole of darkness
A new classic of an old tale, “redesigning history”
made into a movie, starring the beauty of the wealthy
those who’s sacrifice built it all forgotten and abandoned
to wander voiceless through the valley of uranium
everyday the group of understudies and nameless grow
those oppressed reading a scripted phrase in a ceremony
and the vows to uphold the rich and greedy repeated
stars and stripes domination used by lying bastards
over the masses of the desperate and despairing
hands locked down with heavy chains of capitalism
folds of green cloth covered with faces of dead presidents
twisted into a symbolic icon of freedom
it’s nonexistent
the few, the proud, the ones marching to destroy
a picture of perfect patriots armed, cloaked and ready
a war of money creating heroes in the eyes of the blind
but the execution and genocide sanctioned long ago
the face of the republic head held high and proud
the world of democracy brought to you by nestlee
monsanto will be providing the refreshments
and entertainment is the always fabulous geo group
“the prisons who aren’t afraid to use deadly force!”
“there will always be room in the heart of our cages!”
the lumps and bumps the missing pieces
a lesson
an education in surviving the unfortunate consequences
the lines are blurring quickly
new images becoming clear
the time has come
sparking rebellion against the tyranny
the day of the pariahs and martyrs no longer meek and mute
jailed for treason against the state a capital offense
the cadence of a revolution sounding beneath our feet
to create justice and drive the greedy out of the temples
the voices of the voiceless resounding and hanging midair
true equality painted in the shimmering colors of radiation
history placed in clay pots buried deep, escaping annihilation
the gentle breath of relief as the angel of death passes
allowing another day
another moment to gather
strength
courage
valor
to distribute power in knowledge
the masses swirling forcing the lids of complacency lifted
the war drum is sounding the cry of hope resonating
the time has come to resist
our payment long overdue
fist clenched and raised
iconic an army of comrades
the uniting of brothers and sisters
the clash of classes
all the while dancing hope of independence