What we need
is another F*cking French Revolution
right on Hollywood and Vine,
and in the midwest.
What we’re missing
is Bolshevism,
is the fire in our bellys.
What we have
is glassy - eyed stares,
oooh, “that’s hot.”
What we need
are the muskets, and knives,
and the wooden guillottine.
Assemble it,
set it up on Times Square.
Louise and Marie
had nothing on us
and our electronic lobotomy,
if the poor bastard had the internet,
and our pill called entertainment
he’d have kept his head.
Eat cake, indeed.
Regina Brett can kiss my white ass
as far as I’m concerned.
My brothers you and I
are the present peasant class.
The social, middle, present cash.
Wake the Czar up!
Roust him out of bed!
Roust him!
Roust him!
Roust him and his entire family
the f*ck out of bed!
So, brainiac,
so my enemy white liar, evil snake
I don’t feel you,
or the games you play.
What we really need is
a new Russian revolution
on Public Square,
in Beverly Hills.
But you, brothers,
you are incapable of rising.
Rise up!
What we need
you don’t have.
Fall of Rome.
Mark Wilson
Submitted by conect11 on 15 June 2007 - 8:31am.| Updated 15 June 2007 - 4:04pm.
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intro by Seanchai "You don't need guns to keep the people down, just give 'em TV's on estates outside town. Make 'em want things you know they'll never have then give them heroin to get under their skin. Like Connelly said: 'When the fighting stops, the real war begins.' "
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agreed
actually there is alot of the poem still in my head, definately does not feel finished. Alas am at work though so will be “quick hit” updates.
Read Noam Chomsky
he answers all the questions this, very good, poem raises