the city is dying, the city wants to survive

The city is dying,
the city wants to survive;
preventing our minds
from finding their ways,
it imprisons our bodies
in pointless jobs,
disrupts the reciprocity
of the human souls.
The city is dying,
we are now aware of that,
but our effort has to be put
in not dying with it.
The tentacles of the sinking monster
capture every object
happens to be on their way,
but it can’t find
the only good supply
to full its stomach:
we are opposing the industry,
the cold carbon
and the black oil;
and the city then
tries to get our consciences:
it decreases the prices,
it increases the range of consumption,
by giving us credit,
by exploiting our work.
We will oppose the false conscience,
we will reclaim the power of our hands,
the autonomy of our brains.
Open fields are waiting for us,
the spirits of human beings
constructing knowledge
of shared experiences.
We will reclaim the land,
expropriated by the invisible hands
that feed the atoms of the city,
and be the flux
of the river of change.