Do you not perceive
this buoyant lava?
A new force
Marching to create
It’s lava force
unchained
jutting through
the tin-pot crater
The lava force
feeds you
with ear-shattering screams
and blinding scenes
from the gallows
from hungry homesteads
the molten lava
of liberty
gushes
spurts
in timeless rage
A force inflamed
and headstrong
already closer
than you think
This lava
this new world
is closing in
the ceaseless insurgency
erupts hurtles
leaps
and surges forward
In the name of the scourged
a power cogent
and lucid
the force is homing in
while you howl and grin
about “socialism’s demise”
over pastry
champagne and text
on the twenty seventh floor
of the ebony tower
of complacency
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