We, a socialist poem

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

Commodity, You Are Not Your Surplus Value (a Socialist poem about humanity)

Commodity Everything from the human spirit to dignity has become a commodity. Oceans boil, Flowers wilt, And blood is spilled everywhere. We hold the wrong people to the worst scrutiny, and we continue to masterbate ourselves with patriotism. Commodities, Our time, Our minds and training, Just means to our bosses ends, only because they haveContinue reading “Commodity, You Are Not Your Surplus Value (a Socialist poem about humanity)”

There is no… | A socialist poem about the class war and liberty

There is no… There is no socialism without democracy. There is no liberation without inclusivity. There is no peace while there is class war. There is no dignity while there is no privacy. There is no freedom without change. There is no hope without the people.

Your Weekly Presidential Address (a socialist feminist poem about Donald Trump)

Your Weekly Presidential Address Your weekly address, Your daily lie, Your frothing anger, Your excuses and hate, Your rape culture, Your racism, Your warped sense of reality. Hail to the chief, Long live the great leader. Your weekly address, Your dying hope, Your source of evil.

Fear Us Not (a socialist poem)

Fear Us Not Dare not leave me alone with my thoughts, Nor do I do so myself, at least not willingly. For what is life but nature, And what is nature but a beauty and a curse, And what a cruse is this lie, That is human nature. Curse the human tide, And frequent tedium,Continue reading “Fear Us Not (a socialist poem)”

Socialism (a poem)

Socialists Filthy depraved minds we are, Daring to see women as equals, To see race as a tedious thing to feud about, To see that liberation is an all or nothing game. Wanting to see each child fed, Each human housed, Every belly full, and every need met. How dare we ever take up armsContinue reading “Socialism (a poem)”

All Be So Pleased In Rebel Faith

All so pleased be me Of muse and pleased be faith that bore no fruit. And yet you cannot trust my words, you cannot do so for under the tenses this rebellion is what shall be true to fight for honest right and honest rank. Truth in honest and faith fought for the good work.Continue reading “All Be So Pleased In Rebel Faith”