Broken, stripped, ravaged, enraged
We stand at the end of the line
Waiting for the crumbs of corporate greed
To fall down upon us
Sold out to the man, the machine
The ruling class faceless monster
With arms that reach around the globe
Devouring, subjugating, raping the land
And all that stands upon it
Masters of control
Demons of deceit
Wolves in sheep’s clothing
They come to destroy the independent man
With no soul and no body to imprison
They come like dense fog on a cold rainy night
They come without regard for life or limb
They come to own the very air we breathe
Our common lands bought and paid for
In blood, sweat, tears, pain, and death
They have intercourse with devils
To own and control the very strand of life
Of every species of the planet
They have the power to buy and sell the rain
To own the water that lays upon the ground
Beneath our feet
Like slithering worms in dark, dingy, deep mud
We the wage earner
Blind, ignorant, and hungry for more
We bow down and worship the machine
Like crazed animals in some cage of ecstasy and orgy
We feed at the trough of disgust
Our bodies run cold with these mindless manifestations
Synthetic sluts we have become
Pill crazed consuming maggots
Left to die and rot with the aftermath
Of this massive gangbang
Duped into believing we are free
Content with our stipend
Terrified at thought of revolt
We walk blindly into the light of darkness
We squirm and quiver in our comfort zones
We have submitted ourselves to these false gods
These ruling class pimps
We are whores ready and waiting
To be completely consumed and controlled
Who will come after us
What will they say of these unspeakable perversions
The prophet speaks
The black horse has arrived
The artist cries out
The poet mourns
The ground is getting closer
We are in free fall
Prepare to die
I hope on your feet fighting
And not on your knees in submission
© Kiler Davenport 2010
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