Against Hegemony

Steps on mud, a stalking thread, Red strings wind through dying groves Where life needs time, to find footing, Red strings halt hands in greed which hold The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleeds A people in flight from homes bulldozed For one brute mine more, to feed empire Which jangles keys, which confines in loaned Dependence made, our trough withheld By bloated old speculators whose cold Lies obscure serfdom; worded as freedom, And the east wind is chided, For fetishism, advert slogans uphold Impotence among them who create, They are given consumerist mirrors, As leeches of mankind are weighed in gold; And as burns away our way of life, All bonds formed in toil shared, The market-canker births hedonism The imperial axe bloodies us, brothers of old But hold tight onto the strong strands Of crimson in the heartlands, Seize imagination, seize thought Beyond nettle laden garlands And thorn crown of parlay, Rip with the iron of hardship All parasites, them whose is the whip, Can’t be pleaded with, can’t be controlled.