Poem about the power of corporate America.

Activism

 

Activism.

The biggest waste of hope.

The biggest waste of time.

The biggest waste of a chance.

The biggest myth of idealism.

 

The enemy.

It’s goal is soaked in greed.

It’s teeth are is it’s daggers.

It’s words are it’s bullets.

It’s money is it’s power.

 

Money.

We were told we could get it.

All we had to do was earn it.

They were told they could get.

Cause they were too big to fail.

 

Power.

We have the power of the vote.

To fire those who help them.

They have a shadowy figure.

To make them all help them.

 

Capitalism.

Capitalism is dead.

Rest in Peace.

Corporatism is here.

To leave us in pieces.

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