More than we need to, day in, day out
At joyless tasks, producing surplus value
For them
Because they succeeded in creating a system
Through centuries of struggle
That runs on deceit and avarice and accumulation
They wanted it O! so badly And they got it
Work child – work harder
Longer, faster
Surplus value is their God
To whom the tortured bodies
Of the exploited are offered up
Save the expense of burnt offerings
Let them lie where they fell
Or shove the cadavers into a pit
And burn them there
The putrid smokes of Hell
Ascending to the God of Surplus Value
Pound of flesh?
Nay, they want it all
Burned, unburned, it matters not
As long as IT produced Surplus Value
So get out there and Get a Job
Sonny boy, girlie girl
OR, come to our inner sanctum
And learn the holiest of holies:
How to accumulate the Surplus Value yourself
Then you’ll be a Success
They’ll write books about you
Make movies, comic books, commercials
Starring YOU
Your developing skills of deceit
Are the ones to be rewarded
Clever girl, cunning fellow
O! So clever, so cunning
Accumulate and buy, Buy, BUY
Buy your security in the Halls of Power
Call these Halls “democracy” if need be
Use your cleverness to paint it so
So . . . democratic
But you know better
Because you’re clever, O! so clever
But beware the “Baby Jesus” living
The living spirit that is within
And without
And moves through all things
The spirit knows your falseness
And you can kill and oppress and imprison
But the Life Force will still be there
Knowing who you are and what you do
Reaching beyond names
EVERYWHERE.
©2020 Douglas Harvey (nom de
plume: Figment Zenguitar)
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