Cut open, tear. Bleed from magic inkwells
\nStare. The window\u2019s pane is a television screen;
\nwhat you see outside is not actually happening.<\/p>\n
The president is trustworthy
\nThe police are protecting you
\nThe children are safe.
\nRemember to giggle a little
\nif anyone tries to tell you differently.<\/p>\n
The information that confirms your own beliefs
\nis a veil thickened by the media scenes,
\nbiasedly depicting the facts as conspiracy
\nblurring the line between truth and honesty,
\nmagnifying the delusion you choose to fit your understanding.<\/p>\n
But If you have found yourself living in a world
\nyou no longer recognize, trust your eyes
\nbecause reality has become that alarming.<\/p>\n
America, America, it is of thee I sing. Home of the brave, sold out
\nland of the free. Our country is being stolen by the
\nfreedom of corporate capital, the freedom to violate the earth
\nfor quick fortune, future generations forfeiting their inheritance,
\npermanently desecrated by the oil tycoons greed.<\/p>\n
The freedom to exploit another human being
\nbecause he can’t read the fine print, or afford a lawyer
\nto interpret the endless legal jargon, or because he is
\nso desperate he skips meals to feed his children,
\nthe freedom to take him for all he\u2019s got because
\nhe would sell his soul to fill their hungry bellies.<\/p>\n
Our country is being sold by those who value
\nthe dollar more than human life. To sit by is to choose
\nto do nothing. To look away is want to do nothing.
\nTo avoid, to underplay, to deny is to choose to do nothing.
\nTo write an internet rant, a poem, to cast a vote
\nis a little more than nothing, but to stand up, make a fist,
\nand say \u201cNo!\u201d Now that’s something.<\/p>\n
Power is only gained, taken, and kept through the threat
\nand direct use of force. An uncomfortable truth,
\nthey don\u2019t teach you directly in school, but if you read between the lines,
\nof the one-sided lies in the World History textbooks,
\na common theme holds thread through to today,
\njust as it did at the dawn of civilization:
\nPower is assured through violence.<\/p>\n
The powerful only fear violence, because in a world ruled by money,
\nthey are the untouchables gods of industry, but everyone can bleed.
\nAnd it is only when they are personally confronted with death,
\ndo they see that life has no price. It is only when their hands are holding
\nthe ebbing spill of their entrails, they finally realize the frail impermanence
\nof monetary luxury. As we consume, so too are we consumed,
\nfor there is no liberty for the cogs in the machine.<\/p>\n
So when you see nationalism, bigotry, racial pride, police forces being
\nused to protect the investment interests of the wealthy, stand up! Make a fist!
\nResistance requires mass.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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