Where all things go

The capital that you possess comes from the hard labor and pain.

9am - 4pm

5pm - 11pm

Go home!!!

Home exists only in your heart while others sleep. But while others sleep I work so you can have your luxurious car, your luxurious house, and your luxurious vacation.

My vacation is one day in the park eating ice cream. 

 

Están paradas esperando a las manos que decidan hacer andar

La neblina las rodea y las oxida y ya piensan en petrificar

Las industrias, muevan las industrias

Las industrias, muevan las industrias

 

This machine was made to produce and reproduce the capital that you possess.

Me - $11.60 an hour

You - $400 an hour

But of course, I don't have education. yet I clean your house while you take my house away.

I work to have the only possession that makes me happy - a flatscreen tv that makes me stupid.

You work to have the only possession that makes you happy - a yacht that makes you look wealthy. 

 

Cuando vino la miseria las echaron

Les dijeron que no vuelvan más

Los obreros no se fueron se escondieron

Merodean por nuestra ciudad

Las industrias, muevan las industrias

Las industrias, muevan las industrias.

 

Hard labor and pain.

Leather chairs and cocktails.

Parties are the product of the capital that you possess.

Don't even try to escape because this machine was made to eat you, to devour you...

And feed itself with your own flesh and bones.

It will eat you until you have nothing less but a silver coin that reminds you of the old days  of hard labor and pain.

 

 

Written on August 10, 2016

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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