The Potential to Storm Heaven
The hollow days and fiery nights Do not belong to our oppressors As the city burns A flower blooms Living Commodity Fists raised over the moon The ghost of freedom bears a knife Between its teeth A violent chain
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Reconciliations Back dropped to state violence Political elite betray Agreements to create Destroy social peace Through eyes of Chile Insurrection now displays Gross inequality I gave my eyes So you’d wake up Release the dogs Matapacos The means to disrupt Only intimidate The contemptible And corrupt
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Harvest greed Through the Unceded Territory Red Dresses To remind Oppressors of their crimes Cognitive dissonance In their venal system Fosters a blind eye to Genocidal symptoms Free the Land No industry Given precedence Over human rights No pipelines on stolen land Speak actions with your fists
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026