Forum Post: Occupation

I live in a war zone

I have had my ideals beaten bloody

I have had my dreams held hostage

I have had my future executed

By powerful dictators ruling behind veils

Hellbent on disaster capitalism.

Sucking out the life breath

Through under handed foreplay

And blatant sadistic fetish fixes

Of staggering rates.

I bought the lie and brought it home

Only to find there were missing pieces

And instructions in a foreign tongue

With no warranty

Or return policy.

I crossed my ankles

I wiped my nose.

I stacked the books neatly on the shelf

I sipped my tea quietly.

What happened to my pound of sugar?

The flour, and the eggs, the butter, and the milk

I need to feed my children.

Who raided the pantry while I was asleep?

Was it seized by the foot soldiers

Following the orders of their hard tasking profiteering lieutenant

To not leave anyone alive?

But they were mistaken

I was broken but not destroyed.

I was hurting but not forgotten.

I was starving but not afraid.

I live in a war zone

And now it is time to fight back

For it is no longer just "I"

It has become "we".

M.A. Decena

( original poem inspired and in support of the Global Revolution and Occupy Wall street)