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There It Is
By Jayne Cortez
My friend
They don’t care
If you’re an individualist
A leftist a rightist
A shithead or a snake
They will try to exploit you
Absorb you confine you
Disconnect you isolate you
Or kill you
And you will disappear into your own rage
Into your own insanity
Into you own poverty
Into a word a phrase a slogan a cartoon
And then ashes
The ruling class will tell you that
There is no ruling class
As they organize their liberal supporters into
White supremacist lynch mobs
Organize their children into
Ku Klux Klan gangs
Organize their children into
Killer cops
Organize their propaganda into
A device to ossify us with angel dust
Pre-occupy us with western symbols in
African hair styles
Inoculate us with hate
Institutionalize us with ignorance
Hypnotize us with a monotonous sound designed
To make us evade reality and stomp our lives
away
And we are programmed to self destruct
To fragment
To get buried under covert intelligence
operations of
Unintelligent committees impulsed toward death
And there it is
The enemies polishing their penises between
Oil wells at the pentagon
The bulldozers leaping into demolition dances
The old folks dying of starvation
The informers wearing out shoes looking for
crumbs
The life blood of the earth almost dead in
The greedy mouth of imperialism
And my friend
They don’t care
If you’re an individualist
A leftist a rightist
A shithead or a snake
They will spray you with
A virus of legionnaires disease
Fill your nostrils with
The swine flu of their arrogance
Stuff your body into a tampon of
Toxic shock syndrome
Try to pump all the resources of the world
Into their own veins
And fly off into the wild blue yonder to
Pollute another planet
And if we don’t fight
If we don’t resist
If we don’t organize and unify and
Get the power to control our own lives
Then we will wear
The exaggerated look of captivity
The stylized look of submission
The bizarre look of suicide
The dehumanized look of fear
And the decomposed look of repression
Forever and ever and ever
And there it is. |
