5.15.21

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We'll take back the brick walls

that shut us out from bread and eggs.

We will paint bloody X's and let

them drip at the feet of brainwashed bosses.

You and I together can reclaim

the beauty of our labor.

I will nuture my musicality 

not to make a penny, but to inspire my generation.

You absorb the fairytales of your grandmother

not to write the next bestseller, 

but to comfort your baby brother 

when the bombs come raining down.

Our progress won't be a sinister accumulation

of countless blurry faces. 

Our progress will cooperate, like the bastard ass

sowing seeds on land he yearns to know.

He works so hard.

His sweat meets Earth.

She kindly starts to grow

her gentle hand out to his.

All this time,

she only wanted love.