poor you poor me poor us. kill the poor, eat the poor.

poor you poor me poor us. kill the poor, eat the poor.

they’ve come straight to trap your children
they’ve come to put them into boxes
all in the name of national interest,
but when national means a corporation,
you better hide your daughters and your sons
before they get them assessed, labeled, and classified
all in the name of progress,
all in the name of modern society,
but what about civility,
or respect for children’s humanity.
i always wanted to be the most obedient one and whatever that meant.
only wanted to be the most helpful one.
only wanted to be loved and accepted.
only wanted to know that i belonged.
we’ve always wanted to just belong.
we’ve always wanted to just belong.
we’ve always wanted to just belong.
we’ve always wanted to just belong.

with all of these reforms,
and all these rich folks reforming, plotting,
we won’t be humans for much longer,
but assets, obstacles, or liabilities-
human capital when discussing the national gross.
man, that’s the most gross manner
to express oneself about a person
like we’re all just a bunch of numbers
here to service masters with our labor-
not capable of seeing through
or comprehending their behaviors
like we’re just waiting to break on through,
but it’s really up to nobody
except for me and you,
but it’s really up to everybody
especially you and me.
you and i.
u-n-i.
u-n-i-t-y.

today, Oaxaca burns.
yesterday, it was ayotzinapa and baltimore,
the indian ocean,
paris, orlando, western africa, chile, brazil, and the middle east.
tomorrow, it’ll be chicago,
and the rise of the robots reducing the masses
to a servant class
unless
we educate, but the state proclaims,
“fuck that! eradicate the teachers!”
wake up, wake up, wake up
till my fuckin’ head hurts.
i’m so fuckin’ woke,
but how do thoughts and words become action?

till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.

till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.

06.22.16.

2 thoughts on “poor you poor me poor us. kill the poor, eat the poor.

  1. Very powerful poem, well worth the read and should inspire thinking:”with all of these reforms,
    and all these rich folks reforming, plotting,
    we won’t be humans for much longer,
    but assets, obstacles, or liabilities-” – this part, I think, many do not see, will apply to all, no matter your wallet, if it goes on as it goes now.

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