all rebellion is corporate owned
a man shaped like a butterball
not satisfied until our lives becomes the gutterball
rolling in the ditch
digging out the trenches
sitting on the bench
watching the players score
he is a tin man with no heart
hate has rusted him into place
standing firm on his trickle down policies
hoping you like licking up crumbs from his profits
like they were lollies
trying to tell you he feels persecuted
by social welfare
and the destitute
the exploited masses of overworkers
who never sleep
and live to feed their young
something other than reconstituted bread and lead water
red water, red water
flow from the eyes
of those who look at me and survive
i am only justice
sweet and swift
a wish for the proletariat
and women they label witch
vengeance for the unseen and the unheard
a black mass of retribution
come down the pipe dreams of the abused and misused
a dark winged warrior from nether regions
appearing to take on the conglomerate legion
responsible for a commercialized coup of democracy and truth
so i dare you to finish that tomato soup
made in concentration camps and prisons
seasoned with slavery and a dash of genocide
if you were to take a look inside
would you find an advertisement for shoes
a catchphrase from the latest sit-com
or some mental redundancy from impartial news
are you a tin man with no empathy
or a strawman with no brain
are you a coward afraid of being detained
when you discover all your rebellion is corporate owned
which factory do you close first
when the sweatshops run out of electricity
and the sewing machines die on the desks of children with small hands
will you have an alternative plan
no one wants to see you walking around stark naked
Copyright © northern phoenix | Year Posted 2021
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