By Brooke Watkins
We the people, long for an undying peace that is deceased, for it is buried in graves, on a tombstone labeled slaves. Forced laborers bound to their system are buried deep under the hatred of their hearts, and in the toxicity of their minds. You never failed at declining to help when we protested. For demonstrating peace we get arrested. Instead, we watch you play games, real life monopoly manifested. Jeopardy, what is murdered, tortured, and butchered. Are the endless lives that you have shattered, and no, it cannot be pieced back together. Our lives are like salad tossed, and tossed out at the end of the day. Corporate rules. Do we not see the warning signs inside this capitalist hell? For the reason we all fail? We are all separated, yet shackled to one another. Everyone’s suffering from the same causes, what is poverty, famine, and homelessness? The politicians playing jeopardy can’t answer, they wouldn’t know what to call this. When they only lived at the core of the upper class. The devils of capitalism have destroyed for many our most valuable possession, the freedom of having. Where the one thing that is always free is your hate, disgust, and vile cruelty, when it costs nothing to be kind. We pay for everything. Living in this dystopian, dysfunctional, disgruntled society. Like cattle, bred, so that we are craved, slaughtered dead, until we can see past the ways of the oppressor, for to be aware is to be alive. The herded, who struggle to survive have grown the utmost tired. For we cannot go back to sleep after our spiritual awakening. We come back to the realization every time that we open our eyes to the truth, we are imprisoned, this is national mass incarceration. Stuck in a system, where the more things change, the more they stay the same. You have constantly lied to the masses. Gradually, every day the truth is being revealed, so you can no longer mask this agenda, from your attacks on dividing up genders, and from attacking the defenders of the people. Anytime anyone who gained enough influence and traction, that united the masses, with revolutionary reaction, that took action against your fascist faction. You silenced them, because they were too loud and proud of what they stood for. While they stood tall, they made you, your precious corporations, and money look so small. You hide behind legislation with no backbone, or composure, and expect for us to be upright citizens in our country. How can you say land of the free, when we are confined to modern day factory model lines. Taxes not ever to the richest, but always the poor. As we pour over from our pockets, spilling blue and green. It’s a cocktail that constituents serve daily as bartenders ,who rarely receive a tip. Why do we the people living under the rule of oligarchy disguised as false democracy, believe there is choice? They say freedom of speech, but they force us upright citizens into a position with no poise. The 1st amendment isn’t broken, it does not need to be mended. It needs to be honored for what it was intended.
Brooke Watkins is a student at LaGuardia majoring in Cybersecurity. Poetry is their passion, as they always write to the tune of their emotions. What their voice cannot convey, their feelings do in poetry.
Photograph by Andrea Murguia Dajbura.
