Something is sweeping in
And placid blue-black is breaking
Sounds and life is being sucked away
Into a phantasm of a vacuum

It's one that slashes through smiles
Burns through happiness which
Can only be due to
The souls of the wicked-
The capabilities of the heartless
Taking the air and turning it into
Midnight black with coughing lungs

There is no more room for such glee
No more capacity to be so fearless because this
Money degeneration has left power souring
And this apparition favors those rich and
Together they beat cardboard boxes
Hack through alleyways to steal such shelters
Inflating one’s lack of determination to live
Making it impossible to survive, at least
Contentedly.

Control beckons from rooftop parlors
From left-wing halls, “viva la revolucion”

Our eyes are now a sponge and
Our ears are forced to favor
The most bitter of flavor
For the future has now been mapped
And the poor are only trapped
By this new frontier that arises
An economical turn capsizes
The ship that sailed towards free
Leaving us washed up in the sea.

04/04/2009

Posted on 04/04/2009
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