blind bliss the empty contour of yesterday turns on itself
jets to oblivion paper streams celebrate the century’s end
thus piled at the foot of the terminal a mound of teeth
and convalescence in search of illness.
all the hollow men search for gold in the horizon
new markets for a growth that reward the richest
insatiable thirst to fill what cannot be filled.
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to survive under capitalism the bourgeoisie must make a profit through the exploitation of new resources, labourers and markets the opening of new industries which attract further investors until the industry becomes bloated and competition drives the price of the commodities they produce so low that the market is flooded with too many goods for consumers to purchase
in this irrational excess artificial scarcity is deployed which amounts to the destruction of commodities like the pouring of butter into a pit in the ghettos of britain as starving families watch without comprehension because its more economically viable to destroy what can't be sold than to give it away because then where would your consumers be?
we live in a world of abundance that is kept from us for the sake of profit
because once a commodity is free, it's worthless and so are we