I’m Sorry To Say
Don’t believe ‘em. We are wallowing in meta lies. Sold a bill of goods, a ticket to a colosseum so near you, while our humanity dies on its vine.
Don’t believe ‘em.
The poor will inherit the earth.
The poor are the salt of the earth.
The poor will be first in line for heaven.
Don’t believe ‘em.
I’ve seen grown men
work all day with a machete
for a plate of rice and beans
work a lifetime
for only rice and beans.
I’ve seen grown men
cough blood
while working underground
30 years
day in day out
and not even own
the shack they lay in.
Don’t believe ‘em
when they tell you
to suffer is noble
and perhaps they deserve
what they got -
it’s a free world after all,
don’t you know?
Don’t believe them
when they say they are gonna
make the world a better place
put a chicken in every pot
and a computer in each lap.
Don’t believe ‘em.
I’ve witnessed my own parents
sell our dog
to get some groceries
to last the week.
I’ve witnessed women
do 10 tricks a night
and go home with
no magic in their step
only instant noodles and cigs
in hand.
Don’t believe ‘em.
The only change that will come
and ever did come
will be when the streets
run red with blood and anger
and the poor take
what is theirs, what is ours.
This is and has and will always be
the only way.
I’m sorry to say.
Thanks for your poem, David.
The most pathetic thing humans can do is to not change their beliefs whenever it's necessary. When humans create a personality for themselves and become aware of it, they'll never fall for lies that contradicts their personality and beliefs.