Eco Soldier – Resource Wars

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“Resources” – © chriscondello 2013 – Abandoned House – Wilkinsburg, PA – What is a resource?.. It depends on your surroundings… You know… I have heard there are more abandoned houses than homeless people… If in fact that it true… The system is truly failing us…

How many trees will be cut to the ground?..
How much oil will be drilled from the earth?..
How much gas?.. How much coal?..
Another mine and we’ll be living in a hole…

Future skyscrapers… Gas tower skyline…
As dangerous as a nuclear land mine…
Sitting smack dab in the middle of a park…
And here we come walking in the dark…

Nuclear exposure… Tolerance builds…
Induced allergens… Medical bills…
Who the fuck is going to fight this war?..
Take this system and rattle it to its core…

We are all now ecological soldiers…
Gearing up to fight the resource wars…
Enemy combatants will come from far…
Just to fight over our sand and tar…

Domination is not a resolution…
Governments operate similar to prostitution…
Control healthcare… Control life and death…
Control the controllers every breath…

We are nothing more than a tax base…
Governments farm the human race…
Then they harvest our ripe green money…
Obama says it tastes slightly like honey…

Or a fine wine… Bought on our dime…
At an event that was attended by slime…
While they eat organic free range beef…
While you and I get fed Monsanto wheat…

GMO corn is like political porn…
Subsidies are just a way to weather the storm…
Farm stamp… I mean… Food stamp bill…
About the same as telling everyone to chill…

We got this… We got your back…
Would you rather we bring back a problem like crack…
War on drugs… Politicians are thugs…
Sweep the sweepers right under the rug…

Weather the storm… Storm the weather…
Either way we need to stand together…
We will never outgun the government machine…
Hold them accountable… Make them clean…

Stand up for what you believe in…
Whether God… Science… Or sin…
Stand up… Woman and men…
Time to fight… Words… Fists… Or pen…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Political Outreach

 

Watcher©

“Watcher” – © chriscondello 2013 – Natural sculpture of Stone – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA – Created with the scattered stones around me… Solidly stacked and off the beaten path… This sculpture will last a long time…

Fiery breath of God wipes the desert clean…
Eliminate the pestilence… Destroy the serene…
God does not speak English… Bombs don’t preach…
The only thing that matters is the curriculum we teach…

Whoever has the youth… Has the future…
Whoever breeds the most… Has the future…
Whoever kills the most… Has the future…
Whoever builds the biggest pipeline… Destroys our future…

How am I supposed to pretend… How do I deny…
Everything in politics is a big fucking lie…
I hate the commercials… Hate the constant knocks…
Personally… I vote based on the size of their cocks…

You laugh… But it’s just as relevant as what’s on tv…
Sit on the toilet and listen to your pee…
Splash into the voting pool…

Pool… Really… That’s all I am to you…
Of course that’s all I am…

To you…

A vote…
A record…

Well… A criminal record…

So… To the politicians… I say… Fuck you…

You don’t deserve my vote…
You don’t deserve my time…
You really don’t deserve…
My carefully worded rhyme…

But today you got it…
And as quickly as I wrote this rhyme about you…
I will forget you…

Today at work I am removing ivy…
Invasive… Like politics…

Ivy needs to stay the fuck out my yard…
Like politics need to stay the fuck out my house…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Cell Phone Reality Check

Im sorry, I believe I have the wrong number!

An ode to the scariest weapon in the world, the cell phone in your pocket.

World leaders sell missiles cheap… Supplying anyone on the map… Used to be a chosen few… Now bundled in an app… Pocket sized super computer… Rules meant to bend… Anything that receives… Can ultimately send…

If the space shuttles systems… Were Atari like… Then our cellular phones… Could launch military strikes… Reach out and touch you… With my nuclear breath… My chemical payload… Will make you wish for death…

Video games train soldiers… And phones rot your brain… A deadly combination… Making people insane… Out of touch with you… Out of touch with me… Out of touch with the world… Yet your to blind to see…

The mark of the beast… Is right in your pocket… The launch control… Of a three stage rocket… Most will try to run… And most will die tired… Once the nuclear kiss… Has ultimately been fired…

Three dimensional printers… Can print weapon parts… Mans mechanical mind fuck… Is where it all starts… Modify old weapons… Like a killing mysticist… While I carry around… My iAstrophysicist…

We are the sole manufacturers… Of our own demise… The next step… In our digital surprise… The next attack… Won’t come from a rocket… It will come from the device… Nestled right in your pocket…

and my pocket – chriscondello

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