Haunting memories of revolution
Echoes of shouting and rampage
Streets awash with violence
Bloodshed, torture, and fire
Broken glass, burning cars
Wailing of an abandoned child
Tears and painful darkness
Rape, murder, and chaos
Books burned and information lost
Bodies lie when they died
Masked bands of anarchists,
Or socialists, no one is sure
Chanting and making demands
Take from the producers
Topple the organized regime
Social justice at knifepoint
The media demanding blood
Puppets worked from behind the scenes
Armies of indoctrinated youth
Hiding in plain sight, covered faces
Dressed in black like partisans
Yet directionless and terrible
Fighting for their own destruction
But too much a fool to see the truth
Politicians and police slaughtered
Soldiers hoarding arms; for a while
Until the ammunition ran out
Communications failed
Collapse of the internet
Followed by the lack of fuel
And then came the hunger
Despair and a loss of purpose
Factories shuttered, windows broken
And the day the power stopped
With the gloom of winter on the horizon
Starvation and bone-chilling cold
Fewer voices shouting each day
The elements took more than a share
Hunger brought the unexpected change
When other peoples money ran out
Store shelves barren and silent
Medicine nowhere to be found
Brackish water no longer clean
Furnishings burned for warmth
Family pets slaughtered and eaten
And still the hunger remained
Lost were the ways of production
Killed in the minds of the producers
All the technological gadgets
Now worthless and discarded
Cars became dwellings unmovable
And the sounds of nature disappeared
Quiet streets except for scavengers
The New World Order a failed coup
Nothing left to wield control upon
Bankers and the wealthy forever gone
Paper money now worthless currency
Even precious metals lost value
Bands of outlaws remade the laws
Slavery, prostitution, pedophilia
Until lack of resources took this away
Always hunger playing the final card
The useful idiots who started this mess
Gone, but their actions not forgotten
The elite played with fire and lost
In their quest for global control
Annihilation of the human race
Destruction of production and society
And their unplanned suicides
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