Canto IV Revolutionary's Creed
Intro
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A feral delirium is haunting America.
A spectre of chaos, disorder, of anarchy,
rattles the partitions in boardrooms
where deft and deadly hands package
our wars and deodorant sprays;
in living rooms where zombies gather
to drink at the shimmering electronic pool
from images of mass murder, elections,
software and those soft drinks that leave
a prickly corrosive aftertaste of zinc.
Between the con games and the mortgages,
at the faultlines where mythologies collide,
a scream from underground bursts forth
to name the agony that protects us,
to confess the Anarchist Revolution
and to proclaim the abolition of everything.