| Forty hours won by chivalrous unions Unions that erode The sickly return of poverty Bites at working hands I would say Capitalism Shmapitalism But I’m scared I’m missing something? If I am Then what is all this? The wages flat-line But the bread does rise How Sick! To keep life from hungry bellies! These innocent tummies cry Just for shallow love But we are all too busy getting To be altruistic The school dries up and crumbles Self-sufficiency dies with it Don’t think for yourself, it’s bad And ask a question So we can smack you in the mouth Red muscled bodies With the heads of smiling men Disillusionment in the government I wish I didn’t have Robbed of feeling Human And only a handful grasp Somewhere that’s unknown to us Whirling clouds of death devour Tornado overhead And the silence is so deafening Immune to the sick toxicity Of exploding arms and legs Soldiers search for bones The apathetic system never threw Sadly, like so many They are aimless wandering dogs. |