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The battlegrounds of the past are empty now. The brave now Scarred by the same power They swore to protect In the end. Was it worth it? Ending all those lives Breaking the minds of those you claimed to love. Was it worth it to watch them leave for the last time? To watch as they were puppeteered as pawns of “FREEDOM” Shouted the Man in the chair, chanted the revolutionaries. but really everything was to a self serving end Only In death may my freedom come to me staring down the barrel of his pistol or seeing my reflection in his knife
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Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 11:31 AM UTC
Empty Worth (Devalued)
Why is life? Called by poets ‘Pain with no end’ ‘Disease without a cure’ Maybe It’s just Misunderstood too A question without an answer A tired contender in a ring of pain ‘why is life?’ Muttered the Stoners and Addicts, Eager to take another sip, another puff, another pill. ‘Maybe under The neon trip of LSD and DPH and Anger and Confusion, There’s something more To this thing called life.’ Why is life that is Described by the parents and the civilians as ‘Precious’ and ‘Beautiful, When I still see the scars Dripping with the blood I spilled and tears I cried dripping with the rage That they forced on me With just a faint Memory of Why. ‘I know!’ ‘Why is life!’ Cried out by the pastor and the priest to be, ‘Impure and tormented’, ‘A messy, infected wound’, ‘A sore that must be cleansed and bleached’ When the very systems that swore to cleanse evil kills those who do good and condemn those who simply express who they are. “why is life?” I muttered, bent over the bathroom sink hands stained red from the pills I took to erase the pain of life
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Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 11:29 AM UTC
Why is Life
Prepare yourself. Protect yourself. Show up when people need your help. 'Cause those who hate us will not stop Till every one of us has dropped. There is no means we can't employ Against aggressors who destroy. Wake up! Get up! Get out of bed! And fight to live, or end up dead!
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Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
Prepare.
Sometimes I'm an apathist, Infrequently an anarchist, Mostly an apologetic aesthete, And almost never myself. _Whatever...f$@k it...sorry...hello._
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
Quadruple Bypass
Democracy, how much I adore Though in the modern climate it is but a bore When men of riches and capitalist pigs are whisked away to office with the flick of the wrist Through the help of the disillusioned Of old, indoctrinated *****
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:08 AM UTC
A normal poem about a normal occurrence
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 in 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 but 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
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
The Workers Symphony
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
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
Brasilia
I love you More than words can explain I fall for your voice And how it characterizes your words We talk for hours on end About everything and nothing It feels like time stops When I'm in your presence But once we check the clock We realize it's passed at double speed Alone we are strong Together we are powerful Untouchable This love outweighs all the bad things All the difficult conversations The anxiety-provoking misunderstandings For once I don't feel the need To attempt to control everything around me Because this time around I trust you And I trust in us And that's a beautiful thing
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
Trusting in Love
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!
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
¡Viva Allende!
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
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
Improper Property
The ones that like order, order order The ones that don't, don't. The ones that have, need it protecting The ones that don't, don't. Those with ludicrous possessions and wealth   Create communities in despair As their lives are dragged into ill health Songs of revolution fill the air. Your smug, glutinous lives are repulsive White house, white boat, ***** conscience. Though your email spying is intrusive We now have a global mergence. Oh, joy will flow when we've succeeded Between us there is less and less distance Ironically, your perverse lifestyle was needed For you've become the Anarchists assistants. The ones that like order, order order The ones that don't, don't The ones that have, need it protecting The ones that don't, don't.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
The Anarchists assistants