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Waves, upon waves, opaque
Millenia plus years’ a slave
Proletariat protests for a raise
Overcast skies forecast reign.
Reading tea leaves 2b’a percipient witness
Tweeting signs weathered for “Sun”(son) days
Born into a revolution,
So what goes ‘round, is thrown back
Retro tactics, wanting to take me there again.
So the voice, is auto-tuned, brand new
Technology pushes division in public square roots
Leaving every-One begging for a difference in sum
Truth is silenced not by mask but by caste uncovering
Screaming ‘heirs to fears imagined, unaware carriers,
Becoming untouchables, heralding the coming hegemony
Collapse easily comes without fuss, when forced to sleep
By design, forces for change have no choice but retreat
Left to wait for marie antoinette cakes from Amazon delivery
Inoculated bourgeois remain steadfast to monies over misses
So markets are continually watched to keep stock of uprisings,
While hidden are truths cursed to the most needing of the work for change
