Sickness

This was your world. The one that you made.
Your callousness your sick minds that pervert our lives.
Your economic schemes and cult of blood money that has stolen our future.
Any excuse to prop up power mongering states was support by your world.
Feeding the population lies and glorifications of nation pride and mindless patriotism
Indoctrination for a slow death in a sweatshop or a brutal one on the battlefield.
Either way our blood has for centuries oiled the machinery of capitalism.
We have died for the cause of the rich believing in our hearts that they were ours.
Given lower wages and more hours on the floor in times of war, all for the cause.
But it was our children dying in the trenches, it was out sweat that lines their pockets.
This was your world
Your quiet stoicism to our tears,
Your cold glances at out poverty,
And your sickening grins at our demise.
Now, we reject this farce,
We will no longer be actors on your stage,
The stories you write will no longer portray.
We will reclaim the fields and factories,
The means of production will be ours.
No longer divisions, mutual aid and support not competition for capital.
No longer economic slavery.
We will reclaim the schools and hospitals,
Our education and health will be in our own hands,
Your lies will not pollute our minds
And your profit will not be extracted out of our sickness.
We will realize our potential and our lives.
We will reclaim our families and relationships,
Our love will come from our hearts and not your morals,
Our emotions, true emotions will rule.
We will learn to love again.
No longer condemned to your will.
No longer puppets.
You will no longer control out fortune.
You will not rule any longer.
This sick shit will end and finally,
Finally we will be fucking alive.