proletariat revolution

don’t you get it?
we’re being told to believe we are margins
and nothing more
and waiting for the paper cutter to chop us off this
edge of society

we are being told to think that we hold no power
that our poverty is a symptom of our lack of self-worth
and dignity is only something that can come with an ability to sell out

don’t you get it?
we are nothing more than sheep in this herd of individuals that lack
the foreshadowing to see the blade
rippled with red and wet with the moist solitude of death
we are being told to be eager for the kill
so that this pain stops now.

we are selling ourselves out with their own rhetoric
to think that we don’t stand for the real opinion
that we don’t know what the truth is in this whole charade

that’s why they pound us
and drill the concept of eternal damnation into our skulls
and bore the hate and contempt for our camaraderie into our hearts
they don’t want success from the masses.

yes, a call to arms for the proletariat.
but something much more. a call to arms means to take up the pen
and the tools they use to exploit us
the economic power to corrupt the incorruptible
and the strength to topple empires with their military might
and we will take it all back
in the middle of the night, sometime deep and distant into the future
when we don’t believe we can stand for it any more.

oh how I wish I can be alive when that comes.