Bureaucracy’s Balm is Anarchy

Before you clutch your pearls,
remember how we got here.
If you heed how history’s unfurled
you would withhold your jeer.

How many now are dead?
From the maze of red tape,
or the money they bled
for insurance’s rape?

A whole nation strangled
by billionaires’ boots,
behind a curtain star-spangled
as rot creeps through our roots.

There are few things anymore
that have no price tag.
Wilderness is lost to lore,
another victim of our flag.


So tell me elders please,
why should I let it go on?

So tell me corporate skeeves,
where has your honor gone?


The Right declared war on us;
desecrating the remains of democracy.
The Left has ignored us,
relishing in trademark hypocrisy.

A careful capitalist construction,
enslavement with hidden strings.
Now my vote is destruction,
to give revolution wings.

How easily we forget the scores
by whose blood, freedom was paid.
Not of men on foreign shores,
but our own kids and young maids.

Anarchy is no flippant choice;
its the result of oppression,
leaders quieting our voice,
now all that’s left is aggression.


So tell me, politicians,
why were we not heard?

So tell me, dear mortician,
where will it most hurt?