Some Thoughts on Global Fascism

Everyone dies

Story’s always the same

I just wish I could tell it

Some new, different way

To revivify life

With a vivid description

Instead of this atmosphere’s

Toxic constriction

Malnourishment kitchen

An infant mortality

Failure to listen

To self-absorbed, carbon-based

Standard emission

Way passed overfishin’

For likes on the social de-human condition

Automaton autobahn

Trickle down neocon

For-profit prison bomb

Boomin’ like radical

Islamic martyrdom

Unemployed masses

Of back of the classes

The masking of innocent

Voices in ashes

An orgy of power

And greed wretches whore

Mother Earth out to fuel

Their big engines of war

An insatiable thirst for more

Curdled blood screams

As I rot to the Corps

Of America’s Dreams