soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part v.

what’s the plan?

what will you be teaching
children that looking like me,
descendents of poverty,
working class citizenry?
all we want is to be free,
and the ability to choose
our own destiny
without the state imposing its
ideals on anybody.

mr., mr. president,
i was hoping you’d represent
the interests of the majority
instead of that 1% minority,
so much so to make us scream.

mr., mr. police officer,
do you really believe
you belong to that 1%,
and who exactly do you represent-
serve and protect?
the majority- the people.
the minority- that 1%;
that does all it can to avoid
paying taxes?

mr. mr. representative
of the church,
i’ve no more cheeks
to turn and give
for exploitation
and slapping.

so much wrong
going on
until i start to
lose all faith in
god.
until i realize that
the god of the
state, in which
united statesians trust,
is covered in blood and rust,
and their love is just lust.

my gods are love and
trust:
the sun, the moon,
stars, and the earth.
i’m trying to grow like
roots from trees;
an ever expanding form of positive
energy.

your god is on a dollar bill,
which is why you’re so
weak.

the corporation is so…

10.09.11.

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part iv.

yes, i am a damaged entity.
i am the state’s property,
and it dictates who i should be,
how i should speak to children,
but why should i listen to reformers
when my students relate and identify so much more
        to me than to them.

push the button.
push my buttons.
i’ve been waiting for a reason
to set it off,
and go crazy on someone’s ass.
i want to speak some truth,
and all i need’s an audience (and a target).
disrespect me, please (i dare you),
so i can honestly say everything
for which i have been waiting patiently.

i didn’t choose teaching because
        i thought it’d be easy.
it chose me as a way to
        assist my community,
as a way to reach the children-
        all around me,
        growing up like me
in a system that doesn’t understand us
        to parents confused by us;
that’s why the kids love me.
they listen and watch to everything i say and do
because they know i respect them too.

unlike you,
always trying to fit them in a box
to make it easier
to manipulate the date.
kids are mere percentages to you

10.09.11.

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part iii.

the maya did not disappear.
they simply abandoned their cities,
and stopped paying tributes to the gods
because they gods had forsaken them,
and their land no longer grew crops.
so that the high class of rulers also starved,
and they too had to leave their temples
        and homes and learn to be
        just like the people.

so that when the people start to starve…
don’t expect them to pay tribute.

what are you waiting for?
for the people to abandon the empire
because they are already beginning to go hungry.

10.09.11.