By: Gus Victoria
The rivers run red with the blood
Of once-innocents dead.
For you they bled
And yet you decried
The violence you denied…
But we know you lied
They, hungry ghosts, wait
Wait for the time
That you cease to gorge
On the flesh,
The carcass of democracy!
Fuck you and your monarchy
To the throne of greed you bow
Fuck you and your money
To the throne of greed you bow
Terrified what to you is anarchy
But to me is democracy
Each blood soaked fist a vote,
Each ink-stained declaration
Your condemnation!
Fuck you!
The corporate wicker man burns!
The corporate wicker man burns!
The corporate wicker man burns!
The corporate wicker man burns!
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