Black Hand Mirabito, Five Points Kelly Vaccarelli, Snorky Scarface Capone, Little Caesar Maranzano and Lucky Capo Luciano turfed amok their cities and terrorized metros into a legit organized national mafia - doing so just prior to Nazi Führer Hitler’s old-world war that sprawled into a global calamity of nations.
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And emerging from that war-torn rubble,
A modern space-bound empire’s blast-off.
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Chatty Bonzo Regan, Slick Bubba Clinton, Poppy and Shrub Warcriming Bush, Barry Hesay’n O’Bomer and Creep’n Genocide Joe warred amok the globe while indebting nations into a financial new world order – doing so just prior to Don Mar-a-Mango Drumpf’s catastrophe of oligarchic dumbest hell for all.
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Emerging from this economic collapse…
A peoples anarcho-ecosocialist futurism?
An authoritarian ecofascist historiography?
Nature’s ruin and tumultuous breakdown?
Nuclear obliteration to unending winter?
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Who knows…
But for sure, we might currently be on one of the stupidest trajectories,
As those leaders who brought us to this moment sit on their hands ineptly,
Wandering dumbfounded before the spectacular speed of a blitzing fascist,
Broadcasting their meekness toward corruption as though it was a strength,
Or simply being to dull and tribalistic to have a shred of clear morality within.
Yet luckily, their betters, those dutiful civil servants, can read a moment,
Roaming lands of disenfranchised people looking to grow a consensus,
Trying to build some form of shared power to overcome an orange tyrant.
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And if civilization can survive for another hundred years,
Perhaps a future global mafia’s financialized corruption,
Will be a fuse to blast them to far space away from us all,
That we may live in honest love here on solid green earth!
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Though, this will undoubtedly result in a grand orchestration of a cosmic and earthen war,
As they greedily try poach the planets resources to maintain their heavenly disconnection.
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Yet, perhaps a corrupting empire is within us always,
Perhaps its ending always collapses into mobsterity,
And just perhaps, its cruel order must always cease.
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But while we love honestly together on earthen ground:
No chain may weigh on us what we cannot rise above,
No shackle may bind what we cannot break unbuckled,
No debtors-slavery may hoard what we all freely share,
No bondage may essentialize what sustains us eternal,
No secret code may cult what is knowledgeable to all,
No hidden feeling may divide apart to tribalistic action,
No celebrity divinity may overshadow our singing souls,
No corrupting courts may out-speak a peoples justice,
No army may enlist our voices which sound truth loud,
No horror may transform what is already experienced,
No memory may blind who cannot be conversed to see,
No network may contain the psyche tuned to our spirit,
And no liberation, freedom or right withheld our ethics.