State of the Union

They LIE to us day after day after day

From the Capital’s clouds

Then they make us fall pray

To their genocide shrouds

To be proud of a central bank's

Honorable thieves

Slave-owning idealists

And “free” market greed

Not of need, but of want

And secure is want more

Than the picket fence borders

On “love thy’s” next door

And that terrible war

Is on some distant shore

Not in pain-killing ravens

Of poor Baltimore

Or the credit, indebted

To dead-trended futures

Still paying to play

Their whole life in these shooters

I get that fix free

From exploding my mind

To see who fires back

With a more heinous crime

Now malign up the tumor

Insured isn’t cured

Just the ruling class privilege’s

Double-edged sword

They bring down as their judgments

On what’s in our pocket

Like rape culture’s trial

Is kept off the docket

And fear is for-profit

Intoxicant fumes

Where the sweet dreams are mass-produced

Factory tombs

Where to you the doom looms

A non-violent offender

Without any papers

But ghosts in machines

Build the crumbling skyscrapers

To spy with their private eyes

Prison suspicion

Of alien Patriot Acts of Sedition

Where they set their sites to pick off a peace-keeper

So I wake up crowds like a Soviet sleeper

But think it in ink and spill only these words

‘Cuz your memes and your gifs are just bleated out herds

Expressionless, press it to pages and speech

Then that real people power's the union we teach