Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A Global Manifesto in .txt

Rana Bose © Aug 2011

It start out as 11/9

“Bring the wall down”

“De-regulate” he say,

“Cut the fed to size”

“Fire the Unions”

Blow the Jobs away.

Reagan, the actor,

Has his way.

Catch the fire, now,

Fix the fuckin’ left

Once and forever

“Open the Border,

cut de taxes”

Let’s have “free trade!”

Lets bleed the rest.

Them open the border

Them dice the globe

And lo and behold

They fail, they sink

‘Cos the Ol’ Company

No follow,

No rule so great.

They maximize the margin

They curtail the hard workin’

No matter what

they ship the jobs away.

Then, they lose the game

They lose the fray

So they weep and they fret

To devalue the yen

Cos they can’t pay, mes amis

They Can’t pay.

So the deficit go up

A fool man’s game

Its a social deficit, silly,

That matters mostly

But war can save the day.

War is war,

Everything be fair,

So they get hit big time

The Towers come down

And footsie with Jihadi

Is over with a frown

Now they need the war

the many wars

No Soldier on the ground

(Lesson from Vietnam)

So they use the Hellfire

The predator,

And the MOAB

The mother of all Bombs

A Million dead

No war crime for sure!

The coalition they say,

Of the willing and the brave

But they lose the surplus

They get the debt

Now they play the stock

They play the subprime

And go belly up, dead.

And still they blame

Its US and Them

And they reinvent,

They debate

They check JM Keynes

They check with KM in

Highgate

How the market esta free!

And the vida esta loca!

They blame the poor

They blame the middle class

They blame everyone

They blame the call centre

But not the upper class

Now the dollar take a dive

The empire set the sun

Soon, not yet

Riots everywhere.

In Spain, in ancient Greece

And in jolly inglan

The people run amuck

They burn, they loot

Like Luddites rule

The epilogue

Is what it is.

Neo-liberal is it

They nevah thought

That the native could play

The bourgie game

Checkmate the empire

In their own game

So they scowl mighty hard

Multiculti is a big fail

They say,

Senator in Arizona

Massacre in Utoya

But, still they say,

Him loner

Psycho, juste l’etranger

Not the rule

Just the exception.

No pension, no savings

No credit, no bail

the Economist

cry “lord, what go wrong?’

Why we fail?”



The dollar fail

The nations prevail

They trade and exchange

In dinar, peso, rupee,

Rouble and yen.

Riots in Detroit

In Brooklyn, in LA

Lyon on fire

London like Ghostown

Like the Specials say,

The sea from the North

Come sweeping down

The melting polar

Make a beachhead

Right Downtown.

The Music fail,

The concerto is frail

The painting is falling

The Museum is closing

The pillars of the varsity

Are retreating and cracking.

School and colleges

Not for poor,

Libraries on the wane.

China offers the green card

To grads from Iowa

Mumbai offers jobs

in tea Garden,

For Glasgow engineer

But this solve no problem,

no balm.

The working poor,

Don’t take no beating,

No more,

They come from the ruelle

They take to the rue

They Block the highway

They block the state

In Iran, in Israel, In

Algiers, in Cairo, in Delhi

In DC,

They block the square,

They lock the police

This Reagan actor they say

Gotto go!

The papers, the media,

They debate,

Lack of Role Model

They say,

Entitlement

And moral decay!

They don’t get,

The malaise is deep

The system is sick

Oil and grease

Will not lubricate

Is too late

This Reagan actor

Gotto go, they say.





















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