A-Wake

Posted: June 30, 2013 in Poetry, Uncategorized
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Somewhere…
Someone is hurting somebody
While saying,
Just doing my job
& no one is helping
Because it’s not their job
& millions are afraid to speak of it,
For they may lose their jobs
So it is,
We’ve sold our souls in silence
A system of servile compliance
Dim embers, still they burn
Fire with the potential to be
Conflagration on the plantations of economic slavery
Fuck it…
I’ll bite the first bullet and lead
Just need to know,
Who will stand up after they take me?

 

 

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