A DECLARATION
Beneath the ticky-tacky, the facade
of goodwill and charm- a wild,
fattening boar with a pit of
no known end
the new lord of the age dressed
in diadems and pearls
a baphomet in a beautiful
gown
the worker, who toils, who
produces, wet with the hot showers
of tear gas wet with the promise of
less wet with the frailty of their wages.
so much is has been taken
that there is nothing left but
to wave the freedom banner
to wave our freedom banner
we will wave
our freedom banner
our red and black flag
we will garnish the beasts
with our red and black flag
we will wave our freedom
banner from the smoking buildings
we will wave our freedom flag.
NORTH AMERICA
North America-
the great pimp of continents
boasting rings and gold chains
before the wrinkled hand of its
commodified states
stretched for
the receiving of alms
and molded breads
(the great monument-
casting a scalding shadow)
and when the sun plants its seed
into the furrows
it is met with the hard metal of scythes
and erected despots
digging toes into dirty skin
dropping a little saliva for the thirsty
(the great continent-
rising in a thick plume
of freedom
carving the bellies out of territory
for the god of the market)
