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Steve Jun 2018
Tired of living in a false paradise of consumption,
suffering everyday our labored prostitution,
trade in your hours for a handful of scraps,
smile while your master puts the cigar out on your back,
this is the workers symphony,
aching joints, aching psyche,
smothered with whiskey to **** the pain,
our autonomous freedom we'll never regain,
slave till you die, laugh till it hurts, your meaning in life, to merely survive,
collect your checks week after week, creative minds stomped out, just smile and drink,
be a good slave except your fate,
it's just the way it is boy get back in your place,
we gravel in dispair, they spit in our face,
we waste our lives away,
on our hands and knees we just smile and drink,
thinking about breaking these chains,
it's punishable by law,
authority laughs when you die slow for your keep,
with your eyes wide shut,
don't wake your slumber,  
it's all a bad dream,
just go back to sleep,
and forget life's blunder
He was
an arterial
driver where
he'd  flee
his schlep
to accompany
wires but
hire them
and direly
with an
accordance that
oppression dearly
their navels  
in latter
times of
inca summers
love begotten
A story of an inca summer
John Constantine Jul 2017
A man with the people's good at heart
And self inflicted gun shots from an AK-47
Lay dead in the palace of currency

American funded bombs drop overhead
Radio waves shiver through the air
Carrying his final words

Let not his sacrifice be in vain
Let us repair and rebuild avenues across which great men and women will walk

¡Viva Chile!
¡Viva el pueblo!
¡Viva los trbajadores!
Moonshine Noire Apr 2017
A tenebrous chorus of hushed voices in a

disquieted, uneasy murmur and cry

in outrage over the dystopian reality

not oxymoronic but harshly surreal, tangible.

Tides of tears flood out the cruel sneers

And crude jibes of political injustice and unrest.

A revolution is needed before all is lost to the damning of humanity.

Hear you not the dulling whimpers of the

helplessly lost whose sighs turn to the demons

that haunt their ghastly nights under chilled stars,

igniting a fire to roar, hoping this one will work

to reunite a dying species struggling against

evolutionary mishaps and derailings weakening, then

befouling a once-sacred land to the selection

of rabid mongrels growling for hell at limbo's doors.

A revolution is needed before all is lost to the damning of humanity.

Invisible poverty camouflaged in the urban jungles

Once a warrior, now knocked down and it endures

a harsh climate against the disease that rides

its way to the summit, economizing our lifelines

like common resources, disarming our worth.

And we yell so the wind will carry our echoing voices.

*A revolution is needed before all is lost to the damning of humanity.
NewAgeOfAnarchy May 2015
If god hate me so be it, as I serve no master earthy or heavenly.
2015 copyright Michael Cross
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Gavin Barnard May 2015
We live in a country where being selfish is the norm.
Your opinion matters, but only if you take it too far.
Writing our messeges that get passed on as fairy tales,
Deeming truth as lies and accepting lies as our beliefs.

Nobody has faith in humanity or the will to fix it,
We are too worried about ourselves surviving it.
We have our drugs and narcotics to escape the pain,
We have guns and knives and ways to make death rain.

Religion puts faith in ourselves but nobody else,
Politicians make laws and start wars for their best interests,
But they don't go off in foreign lands to shoot could-be lovely men.
They risk other humans for a chance to get another promotion.

Theres nothing right about grading people based on school,
Its just another way of how people will look at you.
The only way to leave a mark is to stand against this dogma ark.
Belief in the risk factor is way too far, afraid of losing your very own car.

We don't need politics and we don't need wars,
But without the law, fear in the clouds will fall far.
We are as free as a tree and working like bees,
And our minds are as numb as they could ever be.
Just being a harmless wall-flower.

I didnt use the words me, my or I.
Matt Fatt Mar 2015
a desolate deception of hopeless self expression
a perceptive inception of artistic retention
is this a conversation?
or a list of movie quotes?
pop cultures ascension to our first world dimension
feel the tension...
feel the pulling of the mind
as we spit rhymes about hate crimes ignored for an episode of Family Guy
is this truly the vision of the revolution of rhythm
cause it seems more like derision or apathetic decision
speaking of dismantling systems when we're all caught up in them
when will we be finished?
when we get off our ***** and take molotovs to tyranny
instead of crying in beer glasses
will that amend the cracks in foundation or just be a punchline
we take breaks in the morning noon and nighttime
and we havent been fine in a long time
with cops murdering and wars being waged
we're more concerned with grocery lines and making a good wage
lets end currency cause its holding us back
and let our abilities have the first crack
spread the wealth of the knowledge of a skill or a trade
help those who are enfeebled to make a way
and do it because its the right thing to do
not because you want a soul indebted to you
property is robbery its as simple as that
so raise your black flag and lets take freedom back
NewAgeOfAnarchy Feb 2015
"Who are you to judge the life which I choose to live?
You are no God nor are you my master!
I serve no master, because God gave me the freedom which to choose my lifestyle."

Michael Cross Jr.
2015 copyright Michael Cross
NewAgeOfAnarchy Sep 2014
Falsafa yangu ni rahisi moja, machafuko kuishi bure.
My philosophy is a simple one, anarchy is freedom.
©2014 copyrighted Michael Cross
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