Corporate Poem by Nicholas Abaddon

Corporate



men stare at each other in hate,
across fabricated lines in the sand,
they will not help the other stand.
corporations buy all of the air they breath.
Free market has become the gallows of international egos.
Death to anyone who disagrees with the the fascist corporate aristocracy.

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