Pitchforks Feel No Remorse

Pitchforks Feel No Remorse

A poem by Michael Joseph Farrelly

Upon this earth all men stood
With hope for equal breath
Side by side, bad and good
Are all the same in death

Kings, Queens and tech-lords too
The soil will take and push
Daisy buds for deer to chew
Your billions are now mush

The common man looks on
With contempt but somewhat calm
The filthy rich, cloaked as black swan
Bathing in punic-storm

They foresee each drop of rain
Hit this ocean of man
Pouring levy of cru'l pain
That rain-booths now will scan

What kind of world is this?
That drops a tax on nature
It's one death will like to kiss
As newly built-in feature

Oyez, oyez air for sale
Going to the highest bidder
Madness is now off the scale
Good sense gone through the shredder

Upon this earth bad men stand
Don't hope for equal breath
A stench of evil is at hand
They'll celebrate your death

They want to now claim all
In ev'ry nature zone
Water, air and crops will fall
To compliance that they own

Want to raise your livestock?
They've rules for that as well
Between hard-place and rock
Will see your anger swell

When man is selling nature
These ghouls have run their course
When commoners see traitor
Pitchforks feel no remorse

No harsh laws of control
Can cage esprit of lore
Baal's ice-eye of dark soul
Will melt afore our roar

Upon this earth all men will stand
And share their equal breath
Rich and poor, hand in hand
We're all the same in death

"Pitchforks Feel No Remorse" - My Inspiration

Resistance to the capture of nature for profit.

MJF

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