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A Life Abandoned

Poetry By: Jausan

A Life Abandoned is critic look at capitalism, the poor, the wealthy, debt, and many other aspects of American life under capitalism.

Submitted:Apr 8, 2013    Reads: 1    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

James L. Adams Jr. A Life Abandoned © 2013, All Rights Reserved.

The pride in my stride that made me abide by the good-book and all that was said kept me ignorant to the world into a ball I curled instead, A life of platitudes and attitudes that once served the confidence in others so well has proved to be as I clearly see the gates of my own hell, Satisfaction is the reaction that we all seek from the heavens above espousing pretentious love during times of sorrow and bleak, We suffer in silence amidst the violence accompanied by poverty and shame no matter our truths to all of you we all look the same, It took centuries to redress the plight of the oppressed lost ancestry, dignity and pride, alone as I am less giving a damn shallow foot-steps in sands I stride, The chains have all gone replaced by religious song as status and money prevail if you disagree about who they need you be they quickly cast you to hell, Like crabs in a barrel from the Bering Sea they care not to recognize the majority of reality, The American Dream, work ethic and the consumer-based the new slave master regardless of race, A time when debt eclipsed the whip and we remain down below in the capitalist slave ship, Work we do, sacrifice we must, and endure we can in the hopes of the return a holy man, This life is so ruined and abhorrent with pain, death seems relief from the grief of perpetual shame, Insignificant by virtue with remains unnamed, The pride in my stride is not out of power, pity, shame, or disdain, but to tell the world that I do have a name a first amendment right unconstrained, Living far past the time left to exist, the future appears as a cloudy abyss, one set-back, change, or delay leaves many speechless about the disarray, Pull up those boot-straps and charge again, a pat on the back from those pseudo friends never a kind word to you would they lend, Capitalism in America is more about need, a strong economy based on supply-side greed, a need to be noticed, admired, and love, the dysfunctional attributes void of adolescent hugs, Alone as you are acquiring companions in life happily married to a husband or wife or an eighteen year bid to pay for a kid while burden with debt for two-thirds of your life, Blame the politicians, gay, straight and all, masses assembled on the Washington Mall, hope was the call change was the refrain for many life remains the same, unchanged, Arrogant millionaires representing red and blue states pass legislation to determine our fate, as sideshow pundits talk big and think small, compromise the well-being of a nation until the last dollar falls, God's will and man's intentions conflict each day, rights given by God are taken away, being poor and meek remains a capitalist sin, "What would Jesus do?"as a socialist and not a capitalist within,



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