Saturday, September 11, 2010

to society

you will give birth to me, you will feed me and let me grow, you will teach me, wire me, program me, you will try to indoctrinate me, but i won't receive it.
and so
you will banish me, you will pass judgement, you will curse me, spit at me, you will not forgive me, you will watch me rot, let me die, you will take all from me, you will kick me, you will strike me, you will leave me to die in the gutter
and that's where I'll be, that's where i am, that's where you left me, and i will thrive here, i will build an army, i will cherish this ground of shit gifted to me in spite, i will use it against you, i will feed it so it expands, desecrates your church land, i will forge weapons out of mud and disease, i will grow soldiers out of your feces and saliva, i will take your waste, and I will turn it against you,
we will rise, we will find you, we will take back all that you've murdered, we will reclaim the wilderness, we will pass judgement on you, and in your final moments, you will see it in my eye, you will call it out, you will Remember Me Feral, you will Remember Me Feral, you will name me all that is wrong with your controlled environment, you will call me a virus, you will label me the antichrist, and i will cherish you for it, before i destroy you and feed you to my waste warriors, we will consume you, we will consume ourselves, and all that will be left, is wild, untamable, wilderness, and in the brilliance of the pattern, we will live, and we will Remember All Feral.

1 comment:

  1. Wow !!
    Poetry has to reflect it's time.
    We are there.
    "Come on, baby, light my fire...
    Let's set the night on fire..."

    claude, 61, Québec



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