Pick Up The Sickle

Pick Up The Sickle

A Poem by Secondarily Apocalyptic

A call to arms for freedom!

Pick up the sickle, the crops need to be tended to,
The lands need to be worked
The harvest must come in.
So rent can be paid 
and the landlords wealth can grow

Pick up the hammer, the factory needs to be tended to
The products need to be worked
Production must be brought up
So quota can be met
and the owner's wealth can grow

Pick up the rifle, the world needs to be tended to
The government needs to be fixed
The system must be destroyed
So the workers can be free
and our wealth can grow

© 2012 Secondarily Apocalyptic

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Added on January 5, 2012
Last Updated on January 5, 2012


Secondarily Apocalyptic
Secondarily Apocalyptic


I'm in my senior year of high school, just started getting into writing to pass the time. I'm very interested in history, politics, philosophy and gaming more..