To Rise Anew

By what fell hand does man kill man?

What dire motive could it be?

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Is greed truly measured in lustrous gold,

Or sticky red ichor of the casualties?

But how the crowds cheer

To the hollow façade

Of capitalism’s reign.

Dreams of empire in every heart

No hope, no love, just pain.

And so rising from deep slumber

Truth opens weary eyes

Pale imitation is propaganda

Gone is the vanguard of lies

Rise, rise ye oppressed masses

Walk out in to the day

Heed not the liar’s call

Time to live our way.