My easel, has been asleep
for a while, like a whale
on the lost deep seas
finding a prey
to victimise
to sate the belly full.

Your easel, sees in my eyes
the robbers on the blink*
of an unruly end
finding recognition
in social media
to favor ego
to sate the belly full.

Your easel, is a mellow fine lens
Hands in line holding a gun
set a trigger, to silence the crowds
the doom in the public cruise
trollers and vipers with wipers
to sate the belly full

What have we come to dear friend?
we seek fame and lose our self
to the shadows of the masses
who denude our dignity
to gain their sanity
to sate the belly full

What have we come to dear friend?
in the spaces of the contours between
dehumanised by the social media
the medium of the century voice
the armageddon of currency
*that sate to fill it's belly

ich bin nein sympathisant,
bin ernst betreffen (verb without
adjective modulation):
                  https://goo.gl/h0VEjA.

as the solid red partisans' plague
brought a censor to emerge from a
politico volcano -
dehumanised with the plucking
of petted eyes of cats out to engage
dehumanisation of man against man -
should it be a lessened esteem -
then iron swastikas may be readied now -
SALUTE! SALUTE! AVE HERR EMPEROR
CHARLIE CHAPLIN!
i love comedy, the last refinement
teasing the lineage of what's taboo;
and the last survivor of the tank dubbed
fury* was a coward -
in death as in coordinate we came to press
a bleeding wound with our hand -
but not a retreat of hopes,
as the soldiery faction came to revise
a return to the everyday,
once in the ***** of Mars, forever in
the twin wombs of Mars's quest for continual war
in the eyes, for once in the ***** of Mars
a homosexual in the hands of Venus,
bruderschaft die für immer -
but as said... die Eisen Hakenkreuz...
the iron ******* with India sleeping
into a populace of over one billion -
the Roma beggar playing the Accordion
while the ᛋᛋ men marched to a drumbeat of
wo wir sind da geht's immer vorwärts,
und der teufel der lacht nur dazu!
aha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
insomniac buggers, with amphetamine injections
while the opposing side tamed a lack
of courage with alcohol; these beggars
with the amphetamines like the Luftwaffe
and the caliphate soldiers of twins Syria and Iraq
among the bookmarks of the 21st century,
conspiracy theories and 24 years without sleep
after the Vietnam war - ingesting serotonin tablets
to provide the natural equilibrates of sleeping.

But it’s a choice, I choose to have no voice!

To work tirelessly, hourly for a measly salary?

But how else afford my bills? Through goodwill? In fact, I deserve to be paid less; for they stress at the address of the Beverly Hills. So don’t call me a slave, I work for minimum wage! Not for nothing - bruised, humiliated and used. I’ll be rich someday, trust me, it’s the American way!

And when pay is little and health so brittle what’s left at the end of the month? When debts repaid, all odds weighed, you’ll have little left for personal trade.

But I’m no fool. I have a saving account and I put away a small amount, for interest at fair rates.

And what happens when the bank fails and the government bails and they’ve conveniently lost all your details of the money you saved? Won’t you feel foolish - a wage slave, depraved, having spent all your years well behaved?

But you lie, you lie! The media tells me so.

The media owned by two few, who buy up competition, stir division, renounce tradition, and for what? To enact their sick envisions? Who spy, decry, deny? These are not your friends; friends do not care for dividends when great injustice has been done. So join us now, and join us quick, for the revolution might have already begun.

But the economy, the economy! What of the economy!

Speak not as though you’ve something to lose; you do not. That privilege is reserved for those wretched few who choose to abuse. For example: the news, the Prince Andrews, those with extremist views. It’s all a big ruse! They said the same for the minimum wage, and they say it every new age! An economy which does not protect the little man - and would bomb children of Iran or Afghan but do nothing against the Ku Klux **** – is not worth respecting, never mind protecting.

But the immigrants would rob my job!

Poppycock! Automation is the real agitation plaguing our nation and yet there is no taxation. It is not immigrants who robbed you of education, or increased inflation or drive liquidation or deny medication. It is machines controlled by a single station taking your occupation. And it was the administration, taking advantage of digitalization, who receive the admiration and appreciation for their capitulation. Do not blame an immigrant based on a generalization; for often they’ve been through humiliation and incarceration. Do not fall for the indoctrination or the shell corporation and their sick dehumanisation.

But… But… Perhaps you’re right, I’m contrite, I should have criticised the system outright. But these injustices cannot be undone in a night, no matter how hard we fight, so what am I to do?

You must invite others to unite so we can ignite a revolution without need for a gunfight. Only then can we rebuild the system anew, but we cannot do it without you.

To an injustice, what justice?
To torture, what reprisal?
To ******, what reawakening?
To arson, what renewal?

To hurt, what healing?
To war, what rebuilding?
To hate, what love?
To oppression, what expression?

To apartheid, what equal rights?
To racism, what humanity?
To nepotism, what equal opportunity?
To terrorism, what love and affection?

The world over,
Here and there,
Great dehumanisation,
People have been reduced,
To banana peel thrown by the sidewalk;

No significance is given,
To the soul that makes us equal,
Man turns upon man,
At the slightest provocation;

Throats are slit,
Blood is spilled,
Innocent heads, vital organs,
Harvest ed without remorse;

Blood is currency,
Ritualists offer for wealth,
Whether known or unknown,
People vanish, bodies are found;

But where did we go wrong?
We've turned our backs?
On the Almighty,
And faced evil, squarely;

Why do we inflict pain on others,
Throw families into sorrow,
***** life out of human beings,
As though pinching a lit candle?

Oh, what cruelty!
Visited upon the vulnerable,
Left to the whims of the wicked,
And the caprices of the malevolent;

So, will justice come?
Can these damages be repaired?
For all these iniquities,
What price?