Capitalism
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crossing from
the park
to the bank,
stepping over the remains of a grackle
on the grass
that glides
into the sidewalk
and
suddenly
dissolves
at the verge
Perhaps this was the way it was always supposed to be
Me at the bottom, the very last ladder rung
and everyone else looming above
scrambling in that
deadbeat.
dead weight.
static on the screen
channel change-
buy your happiness
for three easy payments
of $19.99
The pursuit of dreams is fucking bullshit
Unless you dream of becoming exactly what the colleges can give you
Or capitalistic America
Or anyone
They are some of many billions
Some do walk-ins, some do sit-ins
One eats plenty, enough for four
One is but a raw, empty core
There was a capitalist named Ghost.All folks recognize him as the host.He tried to conduct a show,But the trolls made him so slow.He then devours a lot of rib roast.
Our god is green so things are never as they seem,Freedom rings but are we really free?People still being exploited like the Cree,In the land of history repeated,Was hatred every truly defeated? When Lincoln died, he believed us to be unified,Jim
Back then the world had just become round,
the map curling and folding,
from a rectangle into a globe.
The people came from
the eastern ocean and thrust
their flags into the ground.
We live in a culture of vultures
We don’t even have time to breathe
We are only supposed to succeed and conceive
Because what else are we supposed to believe?
Your greed flowers poisoned petals
Their immaculate beauty shielding truth
hunger in vacant stomachs will not quench
lust for shriveled greenery will never stop
and you my friend
are in chains to me
i.
the cacophony
of capitalism mutes
the euphony of birds
ii.
you can still hear it
the harmonizing of birds against
the white noise of construction
Inanimate objects are the strive for empty feelingIn a void of a preconditioned milieu Addiction flourishes in this Skinner Box of incentivized need wherein the commodity breeds the commoditized manA philistine in need is unlettered indeed in the
a faith disgraced by a nation based in fetishization racialization
nocturnal whores hounds of war profiting off each other Stupid fucking humans Stupid fucking rulesKilling off each other
Leaving only fools
Scared screams fill the streets,
As they watch their city torn,
From the roots of the trees,
To the fields of corn.
Their small homes fall,
And burn to the ground,
With flames so tall,
As a woman I am told to be quiet
Keep it down
They try to keep me down
Below you, looking up
On my knees, I exist only in ways that service you
They want me to hear, not to speak
Hey! This is a poem that I wrote describing the unfair economic system in America and how I feel being a woman of color in the USA and the daughter of refugees.
notorious for advertising
secret eyes hide behind
corporate lies, trademark mind
trust in me & faith you'll find
silky smooth, underhand
politely rude fashion sense
Class, class, class. School, school, school.
They tell you this, play by their rules.
You play the game, you take a roll.
Throw the dice, you never know.
Hoping that you land on the envied square.
I really don't get the point of a lot of different things
Like how comfy is that couch?
Can you measure the level of comfort in that couch sir?
No, because everyone has different ideas on what is comfort.
Dense
black
sky
stars
drip
in
from millions
and millions
of miles
away.
From here
Infatuated with ourselves
We bath in crops of greed
Sown through our hubris,
Ignoring the whelps of need.
A scourged culture, made
To feast on each other obsessively
It is there,
always has been
and always will.
That Incessant pounding,
screams of hatred and bitterness
all aimed directly at me.
Ever since I was old enough to think
the pounding was there.
It’s when autumn
in its final throes
surrenders
and one morning
you draw in
a peculiar breath
thick with frigid air
that you realize
the winter’s made
its presence.
Money vs Survival
Another worry versus another worry
Seeking money to survive veruses just survivng
Slaving away versus Living away
Tears of hardship versus Tears of real life.
Dear Mr. American History:
Your tie: red white and blue,
representing the noose of oppression you pledge yourself to.
Another war in the name of peace
The rehearsed lie that you speak
Your deceptive words are at a peak
If you try to steal Liberty, she will make a creak
You are selected, not elected
You can't explain my God, as I can't know yours.We’ve all got a higher self, within us it resides, it hides.As above; so as below, an old axiom once said to comfort the soul, the mind, the body.
Shatter the crown
Scatter the pieces
In this world we live in,
Strength is a weakness
Preach, "Chase for your dreams!"
But then curse ambition
Being equal in failure
As we complain about things being unfair,
there are families in the US without health care.
You may not have gotten what you wanted for your birthday,
there are people in Haiti trying to survive after an earthquake.
I step out of the plane
Baggage on my right hand
A bag of toys on the other.
One foot touches the concrete.
The hard surface onto the soft soles of my feet.
If today were the last day to live,
would you call your enemies and forgive?
or would you go to the shelter to give?
something simple can express so much
our hands together is a simple touch
Abnormal, poor, weird words I hear daily
Growing up poor wasn’t a choice; wishing it was a choice
Each day I struggle looking over my should, hearing them laugh,
Avoiding the landlord, rents overdue.
these hands, subjacent to my heart,
brush tears from eyes,
push water through space,
teach children to swim,
feed hungry lost souls, faith,
make art, heal wounds,
and open doors... for you.
Life is like dominoes,
each one has an effect,
wherever the first one falls
has an influence on the next.
If the heroes of old learned how we kept this place
They would rise from the grave and they would spit in our faces
The land and the sea is soaked with blood and their tears
Maintaining our freedom for hundreds of years
Eyes locked in concentration
Taking every scent and sound
Merging with the ground
Silent and deadly as the night
Moving with swiftness and grace
Anticipation of a wild chase
Heart beating the jungle rhythm
