Archive for the ‘Capitalism Is Death’ Category

Steel Mill

Was life so bad before, lost time and place,

to willingly sacrifice my

mind, body, soul and face

to this false god?

Bogus American dream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Forest Fire

The death of a loved one,

so traumatic, I’ll never forget,

and always regret,

the torrent

of destruction that followed.

Unholy purgatory,

minions of hell,

perverted concepts of revenge.

All so unnecessary,

curse and theft,

it breaks my heart

perpetually.

Life amongst the living dead,

alas, selfish,

perfidious clan.

Goodbye.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Gangsters

In vino veritas,

in wealth decadence.

New York City,

1920,

goodbye peaceful drink.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Deutschland 86

Sadly, I’ve seen enough Western TV

to realize

that it’s main purpose is to

provide airspace for advertizing.

That it deludes and manipulates the people,

with deceitful messages that stupefy and putrefy,

is probably an added bonus,

but mainly, that hit new series

is a vehicle for selling shit,

things we don’t truly need,

bondage.

This is capitalism

and it sucks.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Family Watches TV (Classic, Canada, Boxing)

Something to say?

Of course!

But who’s listening, reading, caring or,

most importantly,

thinking

about the words.

Your heart and soul poured out

as you to try to explain,

only to be drowned out

by TV noise.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Nazi Mercedes

As the Sun rises and sets,

the Moon shines,

inspiring (when clouds consent).

Birds sing

and people do “their thing”.

Every day, increasing,

I lament

humanity’s bent.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Anarchist Black Cat

If you see advertizing,

please ignore:

it is not my doing.

It is a reflection of society,

an imposition,

an expression of greed

and exploitation.

It is an evil plot to distract you from

the potentiality of enlightenment.

Therefore,

s’il vous plait,

Да, да, Да!

und bitte schön…

tune in and zone out.

Selah.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

suka, dubai

I saw her on TV.

I should feel a connection

but, alas, it’s more pain.

Marginalized I remain.

She is from my country,

my city indeed,

but, in reality,

she is from another world.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Exploited,

experimented and demented,

every day another piece of me dies

as they advertise,

yet more shit…

the power of diversion,

perversion and aversion,

selling me yet more bondage.

Drained of life and hope,

marginalized,

peripheralized,

knowing I’ll never have what

they tell me I need,

I want to die to this life.

Illness of modernity.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I don’t covet your life.

No, I loathe & despise

your hubris and shit.

I don’t want what you’ve got,

no, I want you to “get yours”,

ipso facto:

nothing and woe.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat