Chiseled In Stone

History’s rhymes might seem


but they’re chiseled in stone

they are fundamental


war feeds the market

and keeps it alive

war is the reason

this system survives


they’re still taking our bread

to build death machines

and recruiting our kids

through Hollywood screens


but when we fall ill

and the bills pile up

Uncle Sam’s not around

so we jiggle a cup


it’s our neighbors that help us

get back on our feet

because our taxes were wasted

propping up Wall Street


buying drones instead of medicine

buying bombs instead of books

building prisons instead of paradise,

we pledged ourselves to crooks


our allegiance is to objects

we’re bred to consume

now our children lay dying

as we build Pharaoh’s tomb


About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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