marxism
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Queen Daisy of the third district honeycomb
sits upon her throne of amber studded sap,
twiddling her thumbs and keeping her
five beady eyes fixed on the slaves in her factory.
Everyone has jobs to do,
Marxists and State commies working to smash the state,
Do you know what you're fighting for?
Besides the assembling of an equally bleak and evil State, of course?
Shit flingers of Israel and Palestine,
A whispered word
Rushing sun beneath my skin
Like provenance
Sacrifice self for
Construct of self-awareness
Allow genesis
Panthers and Bolsheviks both had their day
But Capitalist swine still have their way
Into our cities they pump drugs and freeways
And try to control us with bad pay and police
But the people are rising
