Australopithecus
Michael Marchese
By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I got your traumatic
In peace
Wreakin’ havoc
And bring the disorder back
Full automatic
Been trackin’ the fascists
Since smilodon reigned
And still fashionin’ spears
For that pussy paw’s claim
Left’em slain
As a stain
On prehistory’s cave
Where I offered the primitives
Visions ablaze
And made slaves
Of the shadows
They caste
Off their chains
And together we toiled
In disparate shit
Till the spirit of Waqqa
The crescent moon lit
Sickle gripped,
Sinews ripped,
Chattel whipped and equipped
With the will to subsistence
Existence
Resist
And from such a collective
No lord could evict
Who was with
The community
Even me
Free
From the fossilized,
Privatized,
Posted sign,
Property
Paradise cost
But a Lost World’s
Monopoly
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