Marines came ,defending their heads.I am paid for by the 1%
i know my job.It is to defend property
the myth of the people failed at Oakland.
Banks are nervous,despite huge profits
Folk ,aware,withdraw from corridors of powers
Batons and pepper spray subsidized by masters
against the humble,the unemployed,homeless
Rules laid down by their masters broken
Is this St Petersburg,Odessa 1905?or 2011?
Horses rearing above the broken carriages
Force is applied,to break the soft and silent
Skulls crack beneath batons wielded like wheat
Anger at the insolence of servants
who strike,and will not yield,and speak
of justice bought by riches
and children who will never have a job
War deficits clouding all horizons
black as budgets and helicopters
The insecured are hiding in each other
We crack them like nuts and move them on.
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