POETIC

POLEMIC

COMRADE
RED RAW

THE DIALECTIC
Matter in motion
Fluid as the ocean
Not a magic potion
Proletarian devotion
To the science
For those who don't buy in
To the rigid orthodox
Even rocks
Harbor change
As does the brain
A reflection of
The objective
Inevitable
Developmental
Conflict
Microscopic bits
Throwing fits
Helmsmen at the ship
Synthesizing
Demising
What came before it
So believe it or ignore it

The past
Was just a mast
To cast
To the last
Economic stage
Which began with the slave
Followed by the knave
Thence the wage
Ultimately we'll socialistically
Break from the cage
The point is to explore
Face the storm
Leave the cafe,
Armchair, and dorm
From quantitative
To qualitative
Revolution not reform

CLASS WAR TORN
Class war torn
I was born a thorn
And in your side
I will reside
I have no other home

AMERI CONG PART I
With his
Vet cap on
Says he's
Served in Nam
I pull away his cane
Declaring I am cong

AMERI CONG PART II
As life veers
Carry no fear
No more years
No more tears
No longer a gear
No longer to hear
The jeers of peers
Exclaiming you queer
Perhaps they'll
Hold you more dear
Posthumously
As teaches history
The last words you speak
"Mount no cross for me"
Hope they call it blasphemy
You'll be in loving memory
Once you hit the cemetery
Or unmarked entirely by the enemy
That's where you go
Dead and you're gone
Never to carry on
So how can you do wrong

Creating your own destiny?
Lived and died terrestrially
Perhaps they'll sing a song
About you living long
In their
Hearts or
How you're
A martyr
The rest will
Call you a
Slaughterer
Ameri Cong

CHALK LINES
Crime on my mind
Every time I spot swine
Leave 'em behind
Traced in chalk lines
Pay off my fines
With their meager lives

JUSTIFICATIONS FOR WAR
Justifications for war:
It's part of our core
Because we're just bored
TV whores
Entertained by
The poor battle torn
Censored gore
The roar
Fender to Fender
Legal Tender
September
We will remember
Isolationist temper
Proverbial
Bad guys dismembered
Civil liberties surrendered
So shut up you slut
Get out of your rut
By earning a buck
Sign up
Like getting some nut
Forcefully fucked smut

Burn down a hut
For America
You American mutt

RAISE CONSCIOUSNESS, RAISE HELL
For earth's
Hungered
Revolt now
Thunders
Exploitative
Plunderers
Torn asunder
By cells and
Groundswells
With which to
Quell shall be felled
And all reactionary
Thinking dispelled
Raise consciousness, raise hell

COMMODIFICATION INDUSTRY
Debt, sweat
Bets, counterfeits
It's time we counter it
All money is funny
Only as real as plucking
An alchemist's bunny
From the fat cat
Banker's hat
And we're not laughing
While you're not asking
Make a withdrawal
Withdrawal the masking
You'll see they're tasking
Global capital gains
Basking in the
Multinational
Wage slave's pain
Relying on the math
To simply boggle the brain
Inflation is
The true

Calculation
Prices soar
Goods and services
Costing more and more
At the core
No gold
Just bought
And sold drudgery
For a parasitic company
False wants
False needs
False dreams
You're susceptible to the
Commodification industry

MASTER'S MASTURBATION
Still they beat the meek
Like they beat their meat
How cum
They've
Mastered
Master's
Masturbation?

BASIC NEEDS
Up off my knees
I sow the seeds
Hit and retreat
To meet basic needs
Die on my feet
A protoplea

AGITPROP 'ROUND THE CLOCK
Agitprop 'round the clock
Will hasten the drop
To the lock
Then we rock
The rocket
Though it may land us
On the docket
Some may even mock it
They talk but can't walk it
The counterrevolutionary
Mind set
They tend to forget
The lives or lack thereof
We're living
More concerned about
The market
Bet after bet
Cashing in on
Third World debt
No giving

Getting all they can get
Funding proxy-puppet-lackeys
As their pet
Thusly they'll be met
By another offensive
Such as the Tet
Desperately seeking to escape
On the private jet
Only concerned about
Net
Worth
The land of the first
Vers'
The starved of the earth

FIELD OF DREAMS
To the heap
Driving machine
Lost its sheen
Wasn't cheap
Put to sleep
Big screen
Less than pristine
Swim with sardines
Trash it, compact it
Field of dreams

PIG ROAST
Indignant fury
You'll never
Take me alive
To face a jury
Not of one's peers
Because the criminal
Class are not there
No such thing
As a trial that's fair
So hunt me to my lair
Stick me in your
Cross hairs
But you'll never
Have me trapped
Strapped
To an electric
Or interrogation chair
I won't swear
Under oath
Because I
Don't believe
In Prayer
Or Prison

Industrial
Growth
Fuck 'em both
But you believe
In ghosts
And profits
Grossed
I'll haunt you
For life
Long live the
Conscious fight!
Chase me
Coast to coast
And you'll find
Yourself on a spit
At a pig roast

FOR BLOOD HAS BOILED OVER
Riffraff
Ragaprole
Make history
For all to know
Qualitatively
Overthrown
The status
Carrion crow quo
In flux inside
World-wide
High tide
Overflows
For blood has
Boiled over

GROPING IN THE DARK
They'll
Deem
Your just aspirations
An abomination
As their
Greed
Bombs a nation
No hesitation
Destination:
Third World location
Neocolonialization
Groping in the dark
Westernization
Driving up inflation
For on their side is believed
The patriarch of creation
Linked with the tentacles
Of the corporation

Alienation
Presented as salvation
Super-exploitation
Packaged as liberation
Fear mongering,
Recruitment,
And general misinformation
Through the broadcast station
This the imperialist situation
Then the unjust
Inexplicably
Taken surprise
By the fermentation
Of just retaliation
As the conscious cry
"We think we can take them!"
Now the elevation
Of the population
Our weaponry:
Education,
Organization,
Cooperation,
Agitation,
And expropriation

OF NO SEXY SWAN
Sirens respond
Fucking up your lawn
Guns and batons
Exercising their brawn
These the spawn
Of no sexy swan
A clear line has been drawn
Which side are you on?
Who's next to embalm?
Be dead or be gone
Bomb and abscond

GUILTY WITHOUT GUILT
How do you plead?
Guilty?
Not guilty?
Or could it be...
Guilty without guilt?

TROUBLE BREWS
What to do?
Where to begin?
Let trouble brew
Birth imperialism's end
We'll carry it through
Into an indignant slew
Strike, retreat, defend
Strike again
Make piggy stew
Negate anew
Unscrew, unglue, undo
Free the slaves of wage
A new banner waves
In crimson hue
With an internationalist
World view
In lieu
Of rue
Once blue faces

Gathering clues
Look out for traces
Of bourgeois infiltration
Harbor no hesitation
In attacking their bases
They shatter like vases
We'll catch new cases
Tie together their laces
Watch them fall
We make the call
Away will go
Our chain and ball
Regardless of
Gender or races

QUALITATIVE LEAPS
Burn for what you yearn
Unlearn what you've learnt
Throw the table over
Don't wait for it to turn

NOW I'M LIVING WHERE I'M SENT
Roaches in the bullpen
Of the basement
Enemy encroachment
Can't pay bail
Not even rent
Now I'm living
Where I'm sent

U.S. BRAND UNCLE SAM PIG HAM
U.S. Brand
Uncle Sam
Pig ham
Commands
The lambs
To the sham
Seized
More land
For there's
More oil
Beneath
The sand
Sends in
The shells
Remotely
Unmanned
Grand slam
War crimes
AmeriKKKa's
Favorite

Pastime
Warm guns
Warm pie
A little thing
Called genocide
Deny
Abide
Misguide
Divide
Take pride
Holy cross
No heart
And hope
You die

SANS INTACT ARTIFACT
Upper crust
Amassing dust
In ruins by rust
Came winded gust
Then all lost trust
For it's not just
No, it's not just

INFORMANT

Eyes in
The sky
No god
Just spies
Some blatant
Some disguised
The masses
Criminalized
Baptized by
Searches
Operation Fear Monger
Make you nervous
Satellite
Drone and
Closed circuit
Worship
They track you
From the streets

To your next purchase
What higher purpose?
You won't find it
In the churches
Only photographic tactics
Staring down from perches
Arise, let's make
Some traffic
Out of hearses
A funeral procession
But first we take these
Pigs to confession
No pig priest in cahoots but
To the news in plain view
Out will go the few
The people's transgression
Will end your aggression
The seemingly dormant
Will awake in a torrent and
Sweep out these informants

YOU REALLY HAVE A WAY WITH YOU
Restrained
Dirt stains
In chains
Detained
Arraigned
Not a bite
Hunger strike
Hunger pains

YER KICKIN' ROCKS
Yer kickin' rocks
And you don't know why
Yer kickin' rocks
But still you wanna try
Yer kickin' rocks
When the pigs drive by
Yer kickin' rocks
As time refuses to fly
Thinking too much
Of a dead romance
Long passed by

IN THE RAW

The only
Way I'll kneel
Is if I keel
Tackled and shackled
Though we're not
Making plea deals
Scrap, Crackle, and Pop
End you with my steel
Head shots
Get your head lost
But first I'll make you squeal
Record it on an
Inspirational tape reel
Disseminate it to all the real
Presented in the raw
Make all the law cry to Ma'
Then round up their
Masters, bourgeois
That's who they protect

Creep up
When piggies
Least expect
Sliced ham
Across the neck
Jugular vein
Puts 'em in check
Let their fellow
Vultures have a peck
At the remains
Then scatter more brains
And if you're afraid
Just splatter your bladder
Fuck the passive
Man's chatter
What matters is
We'll never abstain
From the people's
Revolutionary campaign
All we have to lose
Is our chains
While you're
Popping champagne

Free all trapped
In the economic gap
From inhumane domains
Slaved tracks laid
On the backs strained
For the gravy train
To ride off with gains
An intolerable pain

THE SICKLE AND SLEDGE
Bewed
The sickle and sledge
Bewed, bewed
A bed
Somewhere to lay their heads
And deliver
New sickles and sledge

UNITY OF FIGHT
The unity of fight
Through any plight
We discharge delight
Operations at night
No light though
The reddest sun
Guides most bright
In sight
Incite
Ignite
We don't view life
As flying a kite
Not so free going
Blowing in the wind
Disciplined
Like fish
We swim
With the people
Like next of kin
We dare to win

PRIVATE PROPERTY AIN'T STOPPIN' ME
Land in the hand
Of the pigman
Where to sit or
Stand is banned
Though we
Take a stand
A 15-point plan
Demands that catch
That spread that fan
That grow from the
Spout of a gas can

PSUEDO-CULTURE

The red carpet
Is missing
One thing
All the artists
Artless
Because
They only
Market
To an audience
The pseudo
Cultural
Predominance
You know
Status quo
C.E.O.s
Making money
Disposable off
Stars aglow
Bitches and hoes
Mindless shows
Plain as G.I. Joe

All an advertisement
For the less wise and
One day they're in
One day they go
Dough Re Me Fa
Faux La-Di-Da
The whole
Industry's
Getting
Mowed
Overthrown
Let the
True artists
Unknown
Be known
A new sight
A new sound
Will resound
The profound
Must surround
Encirclement
Hollywood

Will drown
Get down
Get down
Get down

MY NEW LOW, MY NEW LOVE
Gon' find me my new low
Gon' find me my new love
Gon' find me my new love
Gon' find me my new low
My new low, my new love

ROUTINE SEARCH
Wandering hooves
When the pigs pat
Groping at her rack
Grabbing at his sack
Molestation
In defense of the nation?
Sanity no longer intact
Thoughts like should you scrap?
Exercise the lats
Could it come down to the need to blat?
Sounds like ratta-tat
Tattletales all over the map
Seek out the rats
Use reactionaries
As my doormat
Use chains, grenades,
and baseball bats
Go to their base
Kick 'em in the balls

These vampire bats
Bloodsuckers growing fat
Chomped on by us wildcats
'Cause we've
Lost it
Drown out adversaries
Vastly
In the
Caustic
Acid vats

CRUCIDIX
Make them make
Abstain from pay
Make them mate
Immaculate rape
All in good faith
It's fate to take
In name of the stake
(The state)

FEED THE WILD
Feed the wild
Make that a few piles
For the otherwise viled
Survivalists versatile
Who have trudged for miles
Flying their signs
Liberated minds
Whose only crime
Is having tried
To sleep
Out In the streets
Caught in the sweeps
On a pig's beat
Now facing heat
Thrown in the heap
Of classist cases
Sunken faces
No places
To turn to rest
No money to invest
In the judicial rat's nest
Of the bigwigged

Pig judge's wig
Brother, can you spare a cig?

FIRE TIGER MIND IGNITER
Fire tiger
Mind igniter
Conscious Fighter
Conspires, rewires
Stockpiles acquired
One set of red attire
Requires mass desire
Devoured all the town criers
Prowlin' down that tight-wire
Circumventing bureaucratic briar barbwire

86 COURSE CORPSE
Nobody likes me
Everybody loves me
Guess I'm gonna get
Eaten by worms
Scatter the ashes
Before they can rape
My 86 course corpse

KNEE-DEEP

Make a few
Withdrawals
On thee
Turn Wall Street
To Bawl Street
Sobbing knee-deep
We're in it
Knee-deep
Send you to
The scrap heap
We strap heat
Market collapse
Armed robbery
To get free
You all just
Have a seat
Don't speak
Get tied up
Then we
Hide up

Take your
Car keys
Flee in
A fleet
Moving
Through
This jungle
Of concrete
Board your
Private jets
An exotic
Guerrilla
Retreat

UNTITLED
I used to have lovers
I used to have friends
I used to have some other
Than the pretend

IMPERIALISM'S STRANGLEHOLD

Imperialism's
Stranglehold
Using a
Revision
Of the
Old mold
They still
Steal like
They stole
Land, labor,
And gold
You're never told the
First World envelops
The underdeveloped
Misinformed
It just takes
Different form
It's why the
Third World

First began
To fight back
To swell up
Raising hell up
When shells struck
Then Shell struck
The oppressed
And exploited
No sitting ducks
Guerrillas take aim
Against U.S. reign
Not to be slain
In the name of
Fair game
Flame ignite
Counterstrike
Fight
G.I.'s
Claims
To be
Right

History
They rewrite
To avoid the shame
Of how
They
Rape,
Pillage,
Murder,
Maim,
And enslave

MY COUNTRY PISSED ON THEE
My country pissed on thee
Sweet land of captivity
For those who see
Land where my fathers
Gaged and tied
Land of the pilgrims' lie
From ev'ry mountainside
Let treason ring

FOR YOU'D RATHER WE NOT SPEAK
It's clear from
What we can hear
If we filter out the fear
Propagated
Week after week
Year after year
Your angle
Is to mangle
The speech
Of the meek
But no coverage
On how you leech
Shove our teeth
For you'd rather
We not speak
Unless it comes
Out weak from
A star-spangled
Eagle's beak
Press release
Call us lunatic
Fringe freaks

Your attempts
To wrangle
Meet defeat
You're getting
Tangled
Under the heat
Your intention
Is to strangle
Truth as it's
Leaked
All Squawk
And squeak
You're a
Bird-brained
Antique
Not properly oiled
Like the wheel
Of history which
Will leave
Your plans foiled
Your system
Trampled
Beneath the soil
You brought us

To a boil
Now you recoil

THE BOURGEOIS FAMILY
Slits with tits
Mere instruments
The cog stirs
Out infants spit
Cords get clipped
Down line they hit

FRESH OFF THE BOAT

Fresh off the boat
Flesh pinched
The workers
Began to choke
Their throats tight
Closed in a yoke
No option but to
Chase bank notes
Here to feed their
Families back home
Toiling under the
Boiling sun but still broke
All they had to their names
Is what they could tote
Suddenly they awoke
They worked
The hardest
Manipulated
And harnessed
But the boss would
Never promote

He kept his
Money guarded
Their peers deemed
A few the smartest
No break at work
So they read
When they got home
They soon became
Marxists
And felt less alone
They knew this hour
Was their darkest
Though not hopeless
Staying focused
The sun would rise
Anyone could see
That with their
Own two eyes
They saw through the lies
They were workers
The proletariat
They knew they had ties
Linked they could think
They shared their books

Others absorbed the ink
The next day the boss
Referred to the workers
As chinks so they were
Now on the brink
How could they bow
Instead they vowed
This would never
Be allowed
So they threw down
Their tools and
No longer plowed
No longer the boss' whore
They all at once walked
Out the door
Marching back to the shore
They made it back home
But this wasn't the last
They knew this was war
Someday a blast will roar
Class will be worn
And crumble
To the floor

Wrecked
To be swept
Exploiting no more

AS SUMS GET REAPED
The slums increase
As sums get reaped
A scum that seats
Playing for keeps

IF YOU'RE A FRIEND OF SWINE
YOU AIN'T A FRIEND OF MINE

If you're a friend of swine
You ain't a friend of mine
Thinking's got me out of line
Consciousness is my crime
Sign of the times
The time is ticking
Improvised device
Sometimes the
Kind with wicking
Now we align
Go out kicking
Meet 'em with grime
Organized
Doin' dirt 'cause we're dirt
Sub-prole masses subvert

They do their bidding
Further forbidding
Go beyond the words blurt
Make 'em hurt in spurts
Tear down every advert
Send a new message
We're outwitting
Move in concert
Exit wounds squirt
As they hit blue shirts
Coughing up blood
They're spitting
Dared to struggle
Now we're winning

GLOBAL GESTAPO
Warlord pig boar
Adores draft boards
Outsourced blood reward
When they reign it pours
Tape record circuit board
Surging through the phone cord
Searching for his spinal cord
Holy lord's the chopping board

THE INTERNATIONALE
Arise, ye starved of the earth
Arise, ye branded by a curse
Splinter, shatter, shake
This neocolonial,
Monopolist yoke
The blood which fills my
Lungs has boiled over
Revolt now thunders
For Justice be thy name
Servile, wage slaved
Now stand
Change henceforth
The old foundations
Constructing anew
Those who had nothing
Will become everything
Conscious Fighters, unite!
Let this class struggle
Be our final
All oppressed and exploited
People of the world

Without boundary
The Internationale will
Be our new humanity
No more diluted by the dogmatic
No one will grant us deliverance
Expropriate the expropriator
The dirt-stained hands take back
From the blood-stained hooves
We want perpetual peace
But the oppressor's only
Willing dialogue is
That of violence
So be it
We will speak their language
People's political power
Stems Through firepower
The masses hath arisen
As does the red sun
Fire up the furnace
Let us fan the forges ourselves
Striking the iron while it's hot
Conscious Fighters, unite!

Let this class struggle
Be our final
All oppressed and exploited
People of the world
Without boundary
The Internationale will
Be our new humanity

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