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“What the bourgeoisie therefore produces, above all, are its own grave-diggers.”—Karl Marx
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Another Day

Every
Minute
I
Struggle
Against
Oblivion

 

Decaying
Slowly
Every
Moment

 

Time
Given
Taken
Served
Cold

 

Cells
Undying
Reproducing
Mirror
Torment

 

A
Boy
Unloved
Unfit
For
Society

 

Devoted
To
Death
And
Oppression

 

Built
Upon
Bones
And
Blood
Of
Millions

 

Others
Unfit
For
Society
Of
Cannibals

 

Of
Charlatans
And
Corpulent
Creatures
Crawling

 

Towards
Emptiness
Capital
A
Razor Wire
Net

 

Entangling
Us
All

 

Bled
To
Death
By
Dozens

 

Of
Lacerations
From
The
Belts
And
Cords

 

Beaten
Upon
A
Child’s
Flesh

 

By
Supposed
“Parents”

 

Who
Paid
Top
Dollar
To
Purchase
A
Bastard
Boy

 

Who
Refused
To
Submit

 

Now
A
Man

 

Raised
Among
The
Tombs

 

Of
Other
Dying
Criminals

 

I
Fear
The
Touch
I
Long
So
Much
For

 

Only
Bitten
By
Shackles
And
Manacles

 

Ensconced
In
Wafts
Of
Pepper Spray
And
Tear Gas

 

But
Never
The
Arms
Of
A
Lover

 

Yet
I
Trudge
On

 

Another
Day

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