The protestors gather
And march and chant
All we ask for is a peaceable kingdom.
We shut a street down
and sit on the ground
one, two, three times,
it goes on.
Yell those phrases again and again
and never let the State win
because if we do, we’re asking for everything to fall.
I cannot see another person murdered
by an authority figure with too much power
and we’ll bring power back to the people:
A real democracy.
Ideologies will be cast aside
for justice and peace
for Mike Brown and Eric Garner.
I may not agree with every perspective
given by this collective
but it does not matter
it has to be done.
We’ll do this the right way,
and that’ll show them.
Don’t stand idle
and not care about the place you live in
because then the State
will destroy it all.
All we have is the people.
The power of those people.
To yell loudly at the powers that be.
And it can help.
It truly can.
I just want a peaceable kingdom.
A small poem on being at the Chicago protests for Eric Garner and Mike Brown. It goes beyond race. It's the government versus us. This is the place you live in.
tell me once again
how we’re all a different ***
we’re all a different race
we’re all a different…whatever the ****
why don’t we all just shut the **** up for a sec?
i’ve got this crazy idea
that maybe we should stop defending specific groups
and ******* advocate for individuals
it might be ******* crazy i know
but i’ll sit around and advocate it
while you sit around and complain and argue
about black, white, man, female,
that’s what They ******* want…
…you ******* idiots.
Keep on calling capitalism the enemy
As you sip away at that Starbucks coffee
And march away about ‘climate change’
This ain’t even capitalism
This is crony capitalism
Government and Business making love together
Separate the two
And maybe things might be a bit better
But you’re too foolish to realize so
Cleaner energy and a cleaner Earth as a whole
Don’t come at a rapid pace
Unless you want the economy to explode even further
But stand around with signs up
Yelling at the ‘Koch Brothers’
And all those other massive businessmen
How was your meal at the mall today?
How are those flashy clothes you purchased?
How about that iPhone 6 Plus you just purchased?
Capitalism isn’t the enemy
Hypocritical tendencies are
Let em’ rise up
Tread on anything we thought we had left
Militarize for petty local crimes
As the forces don’t stay back
With the people screaming in anger
At your shallow campaigns
Of violence and killing of innocents
How many more will it take?
Before the tear gas canisters
And rubber bullets have taken us all
Left us weak and weary
How many more will it take?
Before my people begin to realize
Big Brother is already upon us
We live in the new age
The age of big government
The age of government regulation
The age of treading on We The People
The age of the warrior cop
Stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children
Unless you want to continue to be blind to the truth
That it isn’t a Republican or a Democrat
It’s both of them
Who are both feeding lies to your children
Maybe a few are good here and there
But that’s such an off chance
And they’ll shut them up before they can spit anything real out
Ron Paul tried his best
But freedom isn’t what they want for you
Unless freedom from choice counts
As we allow more intense regulation
Coming from this corrupt business
I wasn’t talking about a company
I was talking about your government
The ones who thieve from you all the time
With a thing called ‘taxation’
And have infinite funds to use as they please
Especially if they want to fund another war
Where they send the people who fund that war
Out to fight that war
How beautiful is that?
But continue to vote for the man using the word ‘hope’ or ‘change’
Like Obama did
But what if I told you he is just George W
And instead has the symbol of donkey
Instead of an elephant?
And no I won’t allow this structure to take me over
Just look at this poem
It has no order or rules
Because I don’t let the government tell me what the **** to do
Keep on listening to them as they yell at the big business
But the funny thing is
They are working with that big business every single day
Most of these so-called politicians will continue
To not give a **** about me or you
So maybe you should take a stand
And vote for self-governance
Or at the very least
Look into new ideas
Because Democrats and Republicans are a limiting force
And will never strive for radical change
They’ll continue to melt the ***
As I sit and strive for change
With massive militant poetry
Justice is lost
Paper gone inflated
Don’t expect to recover anytime soon.
Spending, spending, spending
Killing any value
The massive corporation in bed with everyone.
I’m not talking about Walmart or Exxon or Apple
I’m talking about those on The Hill
What else would they be?
A massive conglomerate of corruption and thievery
Who can decide who dies when
And who the true enemies are.
Snowden is not a patriot they say
But how can he be anything but
No so-called Democracy deserves this right.
Our paper is dying
But keep on falling for ‘hope’ or ‘change’
By the massive two
Who will control, control, control
Until you decide to say ******* no.
Justice is lost.
Think for yourself they'll tell you
But you'll never agree
Because you want no liberty
Even though it is all or nothing,
A willingness to die by those values
But they'll tell you that you're incompetent
Or special while they steal another set of data
Quietly from the cradle
And you'll think that's fine and okay
As you watch another show and simply lay.
They want you to be politically minimal and vote the same
Because it is cause for a simple aim,
To vote for everything to be as it once was,
The counter will buzz as the state lives on,
The surface level is easy and quick and enjoyable,
Just 140 characters of freedom are enough,
Everything else is far too hard
Because propaganda is still easy even in democracy
Despite the fact that it's all ******* hypocrisy,
We'll never be free until you're willing to see
That in the empire of lies truth is treason.
Political discourse is divisive toilet-speech.
Political parties are corporate management teams.
Politicians do not live in the societies they shape.
Presidents are spokesmen for corporate interest.
Patriotism is the ****** of Stockholm Syndrome.
Advocacy for People cannot fight lobby money.
Millions upon millions of mouthpieces for Control,
Blind to the iron hands that crush us in their grip.
Talking points are hand-me-downs for sheep:
the arguments have already been had for you;
why think when you can simply bleat and repeat?
The only way
Participation in elections constitutes what, to my mind, is an unreasonable vote of faith for a system whose failure is confirmed by its rotten fruit.
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