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Capitalism will eat your whole life

If you let it

By DonJuan Carter-WoodardPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

My moral compass is in a constant spin

Somewhere between I got to feed my family

And the system got me fucked up

Where woven paper posing as fiat

Green paperbacks bearing the face of dead hypocrites

Who spoke of freedom but used slave labor all in the same breath

Is the deciding factor in my life of food to eat

Or a place to lay my weary head

Master may not whip you no more

But he still holds the keys to your submission

Listen

To the belly of a man fasting all month

And not because of Ramadan

The agony

On a single mothers face

When faced with overtime and overdue bills on one hand

And an attention deprived child on the other

Raised by social media

Where a child asking a father

Do you love me?

Can be responded with the witty reply

You ate last night didn’t you?

Relationships

Turned into business deals

Love is a bargaining tool for stability

As consumers we FOMO into the next craze

Following the next hot thing

Trading the next 40 hours a week

For the next 30 years

Just to be retired to a position

At Walmart

Stepping into a job blind deaf crippled or crazy

Self-care somehow labeled you as lazy

And as these dollar bills are printed from thin air

I mean

The state treasury department

I mean

Billionaires in need of another bail out

I mean

Damn

How many times must you thank God it’s Friday

Slave masters learned a while ago

Too much pressure causes rebellion

So enjoy these couple days

Where you are lucky to choose between proper rest

And quality family time

Between turning up and ballin out

Where you numb the pain long enough

To head back to a corporation that forces you to sign a peasants clause

Working all the years of joy out of your smile

Only to one day lay on your deathbed and say

Thank God it’s almost over

There was never a end to this nightmare

Just a paycheck

And your time is the main course

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About the Creator

DonJuan Carter-Woodard

I am a poet. I am a realist. I am the bullhorn in your ear as you sleep urging you to stay woke

Realizes the collective will to change often needs a catalyst to set the wheels of social & cultural evolution in motion.

These are my thoughts

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