"kapitalism" poems
Land of the free, home of the brave
With watchful eyes on your pockets
Your mind they plot to enslave
But that's all I have,
that you can't take,
My knowledge of who I am
what I want to make of my name.
Lock me up behind bars.
Rob me of material possessions. Bestowing a feeling of helplessness, their only form of weapon.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC