The Fields of Peron
What corporate oligarchs can dream
Against all human betterment
Creating the grotesque extreme
The lack of equal settlement
People rise against machine
Gears will grind them til they’re spent
Crooked legal mischief whore
Peace of Justice will prevent
What man can right his broken vessel?
Foreign seas henceforth he drowns
Pirates poison manic plunder
Man no longer can be found
June 1, 2019
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