POLITICAL POWER GROWS OUT OF THE BARREL OF A GUN

The minute I become discursive
A voice inside my head says, “Hey,
You will be classified sub(vers)ive
For wanting to go all the way
And wrecking Capital’s longstanding
By organizing its disbanding
And giving over what it makes
To workers who deserve fair shakes.
So be prepared. A desperado
Is hunted till s/he’s run to ground
And then, in truth, is duty-bound
To fight it out for Eldorado-
For power grows from out a gun,
If you’d bring down LEVIATHAN.”