Thursday, October 20, 2016

End of the Bourgeoisie

Rise up and take back your power!

The sea slowly swirls up the steps creating a panic that rises with every breath.
The potential for death is but an arm’s length away, yet it feels so distant.
Engulfed in thrashing waves, our small vessel fights for its life—resistant.
The boards of the boat groan against the constant barrage of freezing water and ocean spray,
If they hold together, we may finally appreciate the dawn of day.
Otherwise, we will sink into an icy prison—our destiny—
derived by the blind production of higher classes and pedigree.
Perhaps we sailed out too soon, making a wrong decision.
The cracking of the hull symbolizes the end of the bourgeois vision.

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