Don'T Tell Me They Are Job Creators
Do not tell me they are job creators
Sitting and watching their money
Like pit bulls
Deaf to the screams of the innocent
Web designer lawyer and bricklayer alike
At this last hour of decaying madness
Of system that doesn't listen
Machinelike deaf hollow stonelike
Tonedeaf and heartdeaf
Stubborn cold and unfeeling
Where are we heading
21st century madness time coming and coming
O descendants of hawthorne thoreau dickinson sartre marx lenin and trotsky
Come now
We can surely do better than this
Surely we can focus on common art common science common culture and common humanity
Is that not truest sophistication
O children of generation x y and z
Make z+1 the realization of one...
The realization of oneness
Now and for all time.
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