When I awake to the pawnbroker that you are
I will not criticize you for being a scavenger
Cheapskate, penny pincher, for
I will remember poverty, like sleep
I’ve placed it against my lips and
Cried its tears against my stained pillow-cases
I know the feel of a bed that turns
From hard to soft, until it is no longer a bed
I know loneliness like the back of my hand
Through broken fingernails and chipped dreams
And the lucid reminder of how class is destiny
And birth-lottery is the current state of things
And the black-eyed bruise of opportunity
When I awake to the people climber that you are
I will not criticize you for being a shark
For people hurry in their sleep to dream faster
Lay me down then and I’ll close my eyes
And I’ll pretend too that capitalism is real
That consuming and owning is important
Even if I know you are a wanna-be, I’ll play along
For tomorrow’s promises might find you
Hoarding wisdom and bottling simplicity
For the revelation that even skittish dreamers
Make mistakes and even monkeys wake.
Give me a broom or a shovel
And I’ll walk with you, I don’t live in
Baltimore Maryland, but I’ve seen enough
Black teenagers shot this year, by police
I think Baltimore burns for a reason
It’s a crime Americans hardly demonstrate
Here in Montreal, we’d be on the
Streets every night, if this happened to us
We’re all slaves at one time or another
The white man did a lot of things
But racism has got to stop, in a freakin’
Melting pot, where I hear Spanish more than English
If Baltimore bleeds, I think it’s worth it
Boys in blue do it again and again
White cop shot another black teen
Say again, you mean to tell me again?
You bring in the army and line the streets with soldiers
There’ no restraint in it either way
If you don’t want rioters, clean up your act
Changing your culture, grow some equality
This American dream is a pitch of Wall Street
Fund some education, keep families together
Instead you spend on the military
Baltimore, we don’t need any more martyrs
The state of emergency is pretty clear.
I am haunted by how little our children
Know, what we have done
To each other, to those we deemed
Beneath us, to the Earth…..
How a republic falls and how
Democracy can lie, how News can be distorted
How money hides its debt
By printing more, by pretending we are alright
Or worse, an old idea of Nationalism
Idols of a world out dated, euro-centric
I’m haunted by how little
Millennials realize Asia is the new Queen
Why do they not learn Mandarin, Korean?
We forever think we are the center
Of the globe, but I’m not a daughter
Or a son of East or West
I am haunted by how little writers
Write about revolution, about change
We cannot always repeat what others have said
We cannot always unravel in our
Personal voice, there’s a secret stairway
To broader concerns, more existential themes
There, the ultimate fiction is reality
There is a new world ready to be born
Will you join?
Ebola then turns the insides of its host into jelly: you begin to vomit black junk which is basically your dissolved liver and internal organs.”
― Andrew Cormier
Fear too is an epidemic, it stretches out like
An incubation period for a kind of doom
Population control, whispered a silent elite
Who engineer our wallets, our GMO food, our futures
Ebola was a convenient way, of making us fear
Who we once were again, black as a Nigerian
We died alone in deathbeds, isolated plastic containers
For who we once were, our organs giving out
Infection was a spider hand, MSM gave us
False positives, but could the main-stream-media
Be trusted any longer? Wasn’t this just a matter
Of time, an algorithm set loose upon the billions?
Fear is that place, where people go in adversity
It’s hypnotic like an audience at a concert
It’s contagious how the will for self-preservation can spread
Fight of flee, but where to run, out of the cities?
The new normal is a kind of paranoia
While we watch the situation very closely
Every hour there is underground news about
Another case in another country, Ebola isn’t
Your grandmother that only likes good climates
She’s an engineered hypothesis of how mobility
Causes any true pandemic to become a flamboyant outbreak
The comet that signals black plagues has been seen
Fear too is a weapon, when you can’t stop the world
Because it’s too costly to do so, and you can’t
Tell the world not to fly because we’re too free
We left Africa a long time ago, but who among us
Would stand 20 meters from their open graves?
1.Guinea
2.Liberia
3.Sierra Leone
4.Nigeria
5.Benin
6. (Even as I wrote this) Senegal and Ghana likely have cases too now.
August 10th:
People are being tested in the following places. [not confirmed cases]
1. Bucharest (Romania)
2. Hong Kong(Hong Kong)
3. Chennai (India)
4. Brampton (Canada) patient was Negative for Ebola.
5. Hamburg (Germany)
May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything’s fine, normal, at home.
Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there’s light, hope and a new home.
Sleep, you crazy soul, just sleep.”
― Sanhita Baruah
The cities were visions veiled
of what they once were
the faded colors of high-gardens
was stark against the decaying roads
the after days was not a revolution
it was an extinction event
the algorithms told of this day
scientists tried to warn politicians
who served the elite, not the people
this was nothing new in the
history of humanity, empires fell
for the same reasons, greed and decay
how can I regret anything
if this was nature’s plan all along?
long ago, aeons ago, I had seen this before
In Egypt, Rome and even Atlantis
Man brings strife wherever he goes
I am too a man, who lived a kind of a life
the world united through a greater speed
of information exchange, and the collective
news on the day the markets crashed
were cruel, communities came to dust
keep your love and sell your lies
hope starts again the day after the apocalypse
nations were tormented things anyway
we divided the world, and stripped the masses
of opportunity, so that a few might become masters
we all know how this turns out.
Applying this lesson to our contemporary predicament, the study warns that:
“While some members of society might raise the alarm that the system is moving towards an impending collapse and therefore advocate structural changes to society in order to avoid it, Elites and their supporters, who opposed making these changes, could point to the long sustainable trajectory ‘so far’ in support of doing nothing.”
To Spain, Greece, France and Italy These decades are birds of passage The years overwhelm with Information, change, economy instability I hear the beat of the future Hang low in the dewy atmosphere With a beat of glowing snow I … Continue reading →
The collapse of credibility was engineered
One by one the Great powers fell, governments
Dethroned by protesters, the people enacting
The will of the Illuminati powers
The media became a kind of fiction
Like old plots from science fiction movies
Come true, it was all an absurd script
Everything was ‘leaked’ and pawned
The secret architecture of the new world was in place
Governments are slave-unions to the Elite
Presidents are faces for corrupt intentional designs
Don’t think Governments end the world
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Smaller populations are more easily controlled
World Wars profit the few, this is the repeated tyranny
Corporate feudalism, Free-market sham, American Dream
The new Totalitarian state is a global system
The bankers have been preparing for this
They plan to murder, genocide the useless drones
With new drones, engineered bloodless massacres
The final famine will be the culmination of a plan
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The world will burn for the greed of the powerful
And the populace shall believe the World Government is good
And rebellion will be a crime, free-will will be monitored
The machine will be a massive propaganda
We are already serfs in their subversive Sovereignty
Divide and conquer, they will feign different parties
But it has always been a United Nations old-boys club
The history and advent of new empires is always brutal.
The night the world was going to end
American news portrayed fake terrorists
A propaganda machine to delude
The light of one candle, one corrupt
Dream; the puppet-masters colluded
With undisclosed profit from War
To orchestrate an End-times to reset the rat-race
We put on high boots to be ready
We stocked our basements with supplies
Because we wanted to survive
The night the world was going to end
American agencies had fractal algorithms
To control and manipulate the hearts of men
The betrayers of the New World Order
Arthur C. Clarke wasn’t too far off
The conspiracy theorists speculated for years
On the hierarchy of the warped economics
America was the heart of darkness
The origin of the greatest pangs of capitalism
The playground’s edge of World War III
In the modern day Game of Thrones
Our whole families slept when it all began
The bankers had plans to be followed
The revolutionary protestors were too late
The New World order would rise
After the great fall, some cataclysm
On the eve of anarchy, some treachery
Of false Presidents, false worship of money.
Aspiring to empty myself of information
The city carves me up with an orbit of
Advertisements, carcinogens, plastics
I am afflicted – rehearsing my escape
Where on the Earth can I leave it?
Modern life injures my spirit
Like a repetitive cognitive stress fracture
Of too much schizophrenia & separation
This world has chosen a kind of doom
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Without volunteers, for needless kindness
I want a simple life, like fruit ripening
Before you eat it on a Sunday morning
Aspiring to coax myself back into balance
The city trespasses over my congruity
With an excess of competition
For wealth and breeding, for a restless
Workaholic’s lifetime of drudgery, slavery
I am stripped of my humanity a bit more
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Year by year, till I reach my thirties
With hardly dream or innocence –
We believe the lies they tell us, until
We begin to tell ourselves the same lies.
The blog is dedicated to the people which care about their goals, dreams , actions including the ones that have paused , slow down or even stopped moving forward.
Wuji Seshat 