COWARDS!
Far and wide has the book been thrown,
across oceans The Word builds truth,
as well as strip clubs and subway terminals--
and it's easier to imagine the end of the
world than the end of capitalism, but woe
to those who imagine the end of the world
as saving what cannot be saved--
people suck, I know.
Buy in to this game of Russian Roulette,
and in return they'll give you air conditioning,
a car, some stock trading inside the company,
and while you're at it, ignore the words said by many, telling us
the truth long before we've opened our ears
to hear it; and we've yet to open those ears!
I am a coward for not leaving this house on
this block with nothing but my shirt, when
man shall be overcome not by Darwinists
and the migration of capital from the many
to the few, but by cooperation and its truemade
honey.
And Zoroaster, the prophet, the man,
the Persian, screams from his mountain:
HOW SHALL MAN BE OVERCOME?
I scream back through four thousand years of struggle:
ANARCHISTS!
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