Spark Through the Dark
by Ricardito Ramos
The broken rose can shatter foes
Torn pedals are rough to oppose
scarred and almost froze
Poverty makes it hard to grow
Positivity rarely shown
Webs of degenerate sewn
Crack viles and broken homes
TVs show a token road
In what image are we mold?
Deviate, they scold
Worms grimier then mold
Coming from where malt liquor’s sold,
Where pissy stairs and dirty halls
Where broken dutches always fall
What a pity,
A city where towers of gold
Were built by those who live in hoods so shitty
Life so gritty
“role models” dumbed down silly
Grown ups act like kiddies
Streets raise us cleverly witty
Fuck slices of pie,
let’s take the bakery!
An Assessment
by Ricardito Ramos
They condition the conditions
Positions of submission
A poisonous system time for transition
What is there to do?
Collapse the old, create the new
Way past due
Nothing hits harder than the truth,
Rough to smooth
Economic exclusion necessitates revolution,
Perpetual pollution
Needs a solution,
Political illusions
Parasitic relations
Through institutions with the masses,
State apparatus helps exploit and dominate classes
An illogical situation
Artificial “nations”
Race descrimination,
A contradictory reality;
Bourgeois society destroys the seas,
Global south forced on its knees
Imperial nations
Based on domination
Usurping the resources
Capital enforcers
In tanks, on horses,
Workers clash with bosses
Collision in sight
The proletarian struggle
Through revolutionary muscle
Rulers create conditions of no good
Shoot-outs in the hood
Corporate/state rulers
Benefits are mutual
Pig brutality cruel and brutal
Masses used as tools
To divide is the plan
Sects can’t ride on the man,
Policies of robbery
Intrinsic to the paradigm
Usurpers bank on our dime
As we exist in a comatose state
Stuck in a trance watching tv with an empty plate
full of self hate
Until we amass a resistance of the masses that can
Form a critical opposition
Until the blind can see
And the deaf can listen……….
Everyday Story
by Ricardito Ramos
She was born into hell,
She thinks she’s living well
Used for her body
Hurting physically,
Beaten mentally
Told how she should act,
Appropriate to show her back
Or lay on it in submission
Can’t tell when its death that’s kissing
Told not to question,
That her physique is a blessing
And nothing else is worth much
Feening for the real touch
Of appreciation
Instead there’s degradation
Only given power within limits,
Had hers broken so now she breaks spirits
Showers nude on television
Thinks freedom equals prison
Suffering from all the bruises
From continual abuses
Thinks the “baddest bitch” is the truest
The picture’s never been clearer
A million photos
still hates the image in the mirror
Calls her homegirls “hoes”
Thinks that makes them dearer
A beauty derailed
In a world where sex is hailed
And potential jailed
It’s really hard to hate
But people do,
even when they relate
if they only had a clue…………
He was taught to be a man
Means to be a boss
So his plan
Is to fuck and floss
Loves his mother
But hates his sisters
Butt naked he feels should stay the pictures
taught to cry is to show weakness
so he lives to die and preaches
all his dirt
not knowing a woman’s or his own worth
Living in contradiction
Becoming submissive to the system
Born a slave dies in a cage
Lost to the beast and its ferocious rage
Thinks he’s brave
As he mistreats his partners
Becoming the meaning of soul robber
His only control is in destruction
Acts in accordance to how he’s taught to function
Behaving like the reaper that’s grim
Barber shops which supply his trim
Provide fuel for his obsession
Discussions of how who is dressing
Lurking in the night
He seeks his pray
Pursues through flight
Not living right
But who’s to blame?
The pawn or game of chess
Beats when he should caress
The world’s a stage
The venue of sad theatrics
Its bad how humanity is robbed so drastic
He continues to pursue stones and plastic…..
