the invisible hand is in my pocket pilfering everything and there's nothing i can do to stop it from robbing me blind
it does not guide it only destroys personal expression under the whims of an outmoded model of economics capitalism a philosophy that subscribes to the metaphysical conclusion that a spiritual malady plagues every human heart a harsh chorus that rings like a melody of triumph in the multi-million dollar mansions of the 1%
convinced we're born selfish it seeks to reward us for our own malpractice an edict predicated on social darwinism that forestalls the possibility of future charity as it drowns in the throes of misanthropy and butchers any hope of philanthropic community or basic humanity to vanquish our more maleficent impulses
relegated to paying taxes to ensure the illusion of security while our money finances endless war and police brutality rather than healthcare or education they know if they keep us sick and dumb they can get away with ******
if the population shirks in horror from the looming specter of terrorism they can justify ubiquitous surveillance that robs us of our right to self-determination but people should not be afraid of their governments governments should be afraid of their people
they say we can't be trusted that this is for our own good but i'll call their bluff that bull on Wall St. is full of **** and like a matador i'll entice it to lower its horns and charge when itsjust a hairsbreadth away i'll turn to one side and let it skewer the slave-driver raising his whip behind me that same skulking shadow that turns veterans into homeless wanderers begging for loose change in Central Park a pale horse haunting the aspirations of college students it leaves the poor and oppressed shivering after dark and overburdens broken backs god doesn't hold up the world like Atlas we shoulder the globe
now watch us shift the weight
brought down by the people you tried to suppress this is not some petty expression of vengeance but the rallying cry of a dream deferred exploding out to meet your injustice mark my words
we're taking over the world
In honor of the brave men and women who protested, demonstrated, and resisted in order to ensure that future generations of workers could rely on a minimum wage, a 40-hr. work week, and benefits. We still have a long way to go. May we follow their example.