Hold Our Hand Up

Capitalism is

The puppeteer

Of our filaments

In this atmosphere

Of delusions and fear

Insatiable greed

Demands more

Twitching

For the bourgeoisie

Abhorring

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