Long Sweatshops Poems

This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf...

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We’re complaining about life and throwing food away,
But there’s nearly 800 million people going hungry in the world today.
Over 150 million children involved in child labour worldwide,
And Innocent people are being killed right now due...

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60% of the world wealth
is owned by Billionaires
Which leaves 
the rest of the world

To function on 
forty percent 
of the world's wealth,
"getting a rich man into heaven"

Is like trying to get
a camel through
the eye of...

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JUSTICE

They stare out at us unsmiling
from tintypes of the first photographs,
from the tea-colored pictures 
of thin, ragged immigrants, huddled 
in cold bare rooms in tenements,
children clinging, dazed and frightened, 
their paltry belongings tied in scarves.
They...

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My people are shipwrecks,
they have faces long crushed by tanks.
Many are landlocked,
a few were too oceanic
they got broken by dry-docked hearts.
Most were blitzed by smokescreens.

The trees and industrial units
are so tightly packed,
that snow can only...

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11/9/21


If I crossed the line
Then I apologize
Almost lost my mind
A lot of times

Mental and physical battles being fought
Still lost
Smoking pot
And drinking lots
Another day and night went by, I forgot
What I wrote and did before the...

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(Medley: My Countries 'Tis O Thee)

My countries misery
          creeps and all losers be
             ...

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One-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
It is outrageously obscene when once you know
half the global populace earns two bucks a day. 

Due to lack of healthcare; they have no way to pay;
ten-thousand people...

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Use me as an example.
Floating on sea's of vanishing waters ,
soaked up by those who care not for the amount of pollution tossed in to it.
It's importance ignored for profit.

Use me as a sponge soaking...

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The smell
What is that smell? Can’t you tell,
It’s just some tory twit,
Crawling up to the masters well,
To see if he can fit,

They whinge an whine about the time,
When we all worked for naught,
Unions got us...

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