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[jotsy]

The casualties of capitalism grow too great to bear
any more of my citizenry’s despair.

To those who hoard bullets and covet the stature of some indoctrinated robe,
Be warned, I see my public as spanning the globe.
The dead, the dying, and the milked bone dry
I find are as offensive afar as what I see nearby.

It matters not to me,
that they think or appear different from me
For each designs their own path to choose
No one else should get to decide for another to lose.

No explanation can justify the depth of the greed
Or cap the horrors of what grows in this degenerative seed
The heart and the mind of human condition
can’t be held in perpetuity to a profits need for submission.

And when the law of the land
speaks to and for only what is deemed grand
The only options left to the spirit of the common strand
will be to die or stand.