“About Capitalism” a poem by Eric King

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These walls

silent as the dark & lost

haunting as a ghost

these walls

will fucking crush us all

if we ever give up hope

these walls

steal inches by the hour

pressing down & smashing joy

these walls

will gladly break us all

if we ever give them the power

these walls

snap shots of decaying minds

cold and without mercy

block out the sun, in case it shines

shocks out the dark in case it’s night

these walls

will kill us all

if we dont have the will to bear it

“I refuse to make a habit” a poem by Eric King

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I refuse to make a habit

of being oppressed or oppressive

to wear chains and pretend

they’re bracelets

nothing orange is stylish

these meals aren’t gifts

and these captors aren’t our pals

don’t give a fuck how their day is

or if they’re breathing

that pepper spray isn’t cologne

these beatings aren’t for show

the fire got put out in our cans

but the power is in our hands

till they rob the air we breathe

i’ll stand on the side of action

lessons learned today

mental weakness overcome today

will make a better me tomorrow

for refusing to be broken

and refusing to make a habit

of being oppressed

or of being oppressive

such will keep me free

no matter what they bring

A poem about freedom by Eric King

One day the water that feeds

             the grass

Will wash away the stain

     of captivity off me

The clouds will open their arms in a

                      Warm embrace

Years of hurt and abstract existence

        will be wiped clean

I can’t smell freedom but one day

                   we all might

Days can’t be bought on the free market

       But they can be stolen at gun point

Trees can’t grow in a day, but we clean

                   out forests in mutilating seconds…

One day the water that feeds the world

             will purify my soul

                                     -EK

Un-titled poem by Eric King

There’s more to life than Judgements

And gavels

Dogmas and logos, division and

Squalor

There’s more to love than ego & control

Connections between beating hearts

And the rain that feeds the soil.

Existence is observance

And love can mean just learning

Either we let go or we grow

– EK