Monday, April 21, 2014

Hold Our Hand Up

Capitalism is
The puppeteer
Of our filaments
In this atmosphere
Of delusions and fear
Insatiable greed
Demands more
For the bourgeoisie
Our own
Supplanted desire
Confined within
Self-defeated mire
Assertions of
Socialist desertions
Hunger and thirst
You always do your worst
Regardless, of your curse
We'll still hold our hand up
Drowning in plastic trash
Until we smash gender and class