Iraq's aftermath

hello America,
the lies you're fed are right up my alley,
I've stood for truth,
and worked for silicon valley,
let's rally,
the lies are so apparent,
the awareness will repair us and will continue to fucking swear it,
look at the corporate disease,
it doesn't please me,
it is as infectious as can be,
realistically,
where is the wealth going,
the economy is slowing,
but that's just the bankers way to say that in hell it is snowing,
blow me,
give me an opportunity to stand,
in the face of a belligerent political man,
and see if he can,
deal with our wrath,
as I tie a noose around his neck,
and send his kid's ass to Iraq's aftermath,
yes I have anger,
and yes I have hate,
but when the 99% really stand up,
we'll be wielding war mongering corporate arms,
as we send M203 grenades through your garden gates.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111221

Golden parachute

Please help dear god, my parachute won't open,
I'm consumed with humanity's commotion,
and am drowning in emotions,
devotion,
isn't something I'll have for you,
but if you let politicians away with murder,
you can help me too,
I do,
the best I can for all of humanity,
I put blankets and food in the streets,
so what if I spit profanity,
why are the rich getting richer,
as our citizens collapse?,
if you were real,
perhaps you should get off your ass,
uranium showers,
millions of innocent dead,
perhaps religion should be attacked,
while we desire to lop off government heads,
don't do anything,
I don't expect you will,
this is just another Christmas,
while children starve as the rich eat on the taxpayers bill.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111221

Every single day

I stand to inheret a whole lot of nothingness,
but the love of my family,
which is gold of blisss that I've missed,
the realness,
of the start,
but this passion and desire is straght from the heart,
I love you homie,
wouldn't be myself without you,
from tying shoes,
jailhouse blues...
we've always been a crew,
we've managed to stay together,
through our own rough patches,
never geven up on hope,
and our love is everlating,
I've been procrastinating... it's in my nature,
I felt your pain as a child and teenager,
I saw the glass shell,
and how your pain became to mass,
and even with the vacancy I went through,
I loved your hopeless ass,
it's crass,
I know,
so I hope you can see the hope I have in you bro,
sometimes cold,
but I always had your back,
even on crack and self hate enacted,
I never gave up hope for the positive actions of my brother,
who was also a poor fatherless bastard,
I see your growth,
and I'm so very proud,
when we aren't One,
I'm not bound to say it out loud...
these aren't my best words,
just a quick burst,
the story is in the works,
containing my feelings of us being out.

I love you brother,
and just wanted to say,
that I wake glowing knowing you're correcting mistakes every singe day.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111211

Choke capitalism to death

I am Occupy, until my death,
I'm still not senseless enough to medicate away my last two cents,
no repentance,
forever I'll stand strong,
the middle finger is up,
and will remain so in all my songs,
there is no worst they can do,
even torture can't break,
this psychotic brain they created,
and left alone by mistake,
my thoughts gravitate,
above what they want to see,
I will freely state my hate,
even if they capture me.
Democracy don't exist,
it's a figment of imagination,
but my human relations have stated that their debates are nothing but preconceived hatred,
look at the truth,
the rich keep getting richer,
the rape of the world's almost over,
and still the homeless shiver,
time to deliver,
a significant blow to the powers,
but they don't have power,
even if 5% of 99 show strength,
they will cower in our hours,
there is only one thing we can do,
to change things for the best,
sacrifice NOTHING,
and choke capitalism to DEATH.


© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb (orig) 20111211