From the Ashes

 

From the Ashes

 

Blindly in their towers,

Corporate greeders sour,

Scarring Mother Earth with deep gashes.

Lied to by their shills,

Handing us the bills,

Still, they will deny the climate crashes.

They look the other way,

And shorten up our pay,

Scarring us with credit debt lashes.

They look upon us lowly,

As we are buried slowly,

And leave us half alive among the ashes.

 

In the ashes we are consigned,

In the ashes we’re left behind,

In the ashes here we grind,

In the ashes we're not blind.

 

Trickle down lying,

At fault denying,

Satisfied the machine steady gnashes.

They see down their nose,

Saying we chose,

Telling us that we thrive in their trashes.

How do they slumber,

Knowing our numbers

Are they prepared for backlashes?

Losing their power,

Now is the hour –

Afraid when we rise from the ashes.

 

In the ashes we are consigned,

In the ashes we’re left behind,

In the ashes here we grind,

In the ashes we're not blind.

We are become the mighty masses.

Losing their power,

Now is the hour –

Afraid when we rise from the ashes.

 

Cliff Lake 9/1/2024

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