My brain hurts again, there is merely the end
Giving thanks to a lord who is more foe than friend
For the food on my table
A plentiful harvest
Stuffing me full of the hunger for Marxist
Some people don’t eat
And I’m stuffing my face
As these butchers eat sheep
And then landfill the waste
Of consumerist cultures
And corporate success
Turning sentiment into
Black Friday excess
I digress in distress
Is this meal not enough?
Is this appetite real,
Or just craving a puff?
Of New Delhi gas chambers
A means to a trends
Of the climate denial truths
Ethnical cleanse