We make the profits.
We starve.
We make the wealth.
We starve.
We make you rich.
We starve.
We are promised rewards.
We starve.
We are isolated.
We starve.
We march.
We are fed.
We rally.
We are fed.
We have the guillotine.
We win.
3/15/19
We, a socialist poem
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