The Transnational - A Literary Magazine (Vol. 1)

Oh and before I forget we’ve shut your
library’,
So we work for their money and get
enough for the day,
And swallow the medicine that ‘it must be
this way’,
Cause without a big Tesco the sun
wouldn’t shine,
And without a new macbook my health
will decline,
Well I’d rather 40 years happy than a
century enslaved,
But the price for long life is my freedom
is waived,
So shelves are stacked but I don’t care if
they’re clear,
Cause if no one did that we’d still all be
here,
Food would still taste, and the grass
would still grow,
Life does not care if the economy is slow,
Yet we are all made slaves to this
grotesque fallacy,
And expect to be saved through
makeshift social policy,
So there’s only one option to make your
point known,
That the world is not theirs and we’re not
backing down,
Yet the civil unrest was no conscious
political action,
It was born from inarticulate
dissatisfaction,
Cause most were deprived of the tools to
express,
Or understand their frustrations or root
of distress,
At being excluded and having their lives
removed,
All so a few cunts lives are improved,
The point of being alive has been taken
away,
To pursue your own happiness and live in
each day,
And to go out and experience Earth’s rich
buffet,
But you can’t do that now cause it’s a
workday,
So why should I uphold their hegemony,
When it appears not to even fucking
notice me,
So I can’t condemn anyone who sits on
the dole,
It’s the only way left to loosen the
chokehold,
And retain any element of self direction,
But these fine folk are presented as a
social infection,
So you can kiss their shoelaces or live
under their boot,
Where’s the incentive to not riot and loot
This ‘hard work-reward’ system doesn’t
exist,
But fixes false aspirations, but this bit’s
the twist,
The harder you work the less jobs there
are,
So you take something worse to keep up
payments for your car,
To get to the job you don’t want to buy
things you don’t need,
And live by a code to which you never
agreed,
I had no choice when I was entered into
this ludicrous society,
But nor do I have the choice to opt out
entirely,
Never was I offered any real variety,
But sewn into a fabric over which I hold
no propriety,
I was given a place and expected to sit
still,
And restrained to not direct or follow my
own natural will,
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