RevolutionYou can fight them, if you'd like, by following
Their rules, but you're never going to win.
That's why the rules are as they are.
You get to vote, oh, lucky you, but you
Don't get to pick the lists of lackeys
From whom you can choose. You get
To work. You have to work to live,
So you also are owned by those who
Pick the lists of lackeys. You pay taxes.
They do not. You don't get rich. They're
Rich already, and they've got their lackeys
Bending laws to make them richer still.
You'll lose your job to their machines,
And pay them for what you once made,
And all the while, they'll tell you with
Their sober faces masking glee that,
If you don't like how things are, then
You can fight, though by their rules.
In fact, if you intend to win, you must
Use other means.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2017-04-03 at 14:04
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