Hydra
[Poem] It's gotta go down somehow.
The Hydra is all around you.
It's in the air you breathe
the food you eat
the screen you scroll on.
The Hydra is a part of you.
It's in the words you speak
the goals you chase
the work you do to live.
The Hydra doesn't care about you.
It cares not for your dreams
the hopes you have
the tears you constantly shed.
The Hydra has heads.
They appear as politicians
the heads of state
the money-hungry mongrels.
The Hydra has enemies.
They appear as co-ops
the union of workers
the cold hard truth.
The Hydra's heads have been cut.
They slay one head there
the other head there
the CEO of something for good measure.
The Hydra still persists.
They think a figurehead slain is justice
the pain will not stop
the Hydra will keep living.
The Hydra isn't people.
They form it from old notions
the accumulation of avarice
the attitude of the subjugator.
The Hydra has a body.
They maintain it's skeleton
the feet perpetually shaky
the heart pumps, making more kings.
The Hydra must be slain.
They cannot live forever
the bells have rung
the heart must be pierced.
The Hydra will be felled.
We shall rejoice the day
the pain will be over
the human soul freed from the factory of sin.
