Communism
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The smell of burning flesh lingers in the air, an aftertaste with dry cracked lips.
Gritty and hard to chew as you gnaw on your cheek, with a metallic saltiness and kinda sweet.
The conquest of bread
Is the journey of men
Of mankind, to elevate
Not to discriminate
For what does it matter
What tongue you speak,
Vietnam my home away from home.
The place where parents were born
From the loud motorcycle's horn,
To the vast street vendors across the town,
To the dreams I discover in the fields of rice,
Let's all join hands to sing as one
Let's all pretend to hear no guns
Let's let them starve so we can eat
Let's shackle them so we are free
Let's wave the paper high and proud
Oh, say can't you see
By the light of the dark
That they whither, they fear, and they try not to starve?
I ask: do you hear
From high in that lap
The screams of the many who've finally snapped?
Oxygen
It’s all we need to breathe.
But being able to say the word “oxygen” is perhaps,
The truest form of novelty.
Oxygen is a light molecule with a light composition,
Marxists and State commies working to smash the state,
Do you know what you're fighting for?
Besides the assembling of an equally bleak and evil State, of course?
Shit flingers of Israel and Palestine,
I was always told to share
Almost forced to give away my colored pencils, or my snacks
Sharing is caring
A gust of heartless air escaped the cracked door
I arrived just in time to inhale the aftermath of decayed black crows,
Only to regurgitate the clumps of feathers
I almost suffocated.
Peace! Land! Bread!
This is by no means outdated.
When Lenin made these promises,
He wasn't just thinking of Russia.
He was thinking of the impoverished of Africa,
The hungry in America,
Tick-Tock-Tick- TockThe world, can never stopLike sheep- they always- flock Consumed with liesTheir eyes be blindThey never hear the cries
Life; funny as it may be; daring as it should
Could not compare to this, or so it would
All problems faced to the majority as a whole
Her name, Mei-zhen, embossed in the jade pendant
that chafes the base of my throat
permits only shallow gasps to egress.
One way or another
They'll try to give you peace
Some day, now or later
They'll force you to see their way
Chaos is Order
Leave or Give Over
When that I was a little tiny boy,
Me daddy said to me,
’The time has come, me bonny bonny bairn
To learn your ABC’.
