a woman screaming [ linda m. crate  ]

i fear the world 
that billionaires
want us to live in 
may succeed,

and i don't want 
that evil and wretched garment to
adorn us;

i don't want to work until
the day i die

because people
are corrupt and greedy and
lack hearts and souls and morality—

i want to live my life,
wasn't born to simply exist
or be exploited by billionaires;
none of us was—

i want to smash open the mouths
of all of their machines,
use every cog as a battering ram
that shatters their wealth;

i am not a name or one of the
worker bees they can squash to death—

i am magic, i am a soul, i am universe
wrapped in bones; i am music which
decorates time—i am a woman screaming
against all the inequality of the world,
demanding a better universe for us all.