Perched upon a corporate throne,
We march into the great unknown
As wasted words of gossip drone
And steel replaces brick and stone.
Soon you find yourself alone
In crowded streets with a global phone,
Doing a random strangers bidding.
A means to an end they say,
As poor men die while rich men play,
When honest work brings modest pay,
And doesn't last 'em through the day
Though profiteers in moral grey
Flood the airwaves to in turn say,
"Our wealth simply paves the way,
Tomorrow is your salvation day,
You want peace? Then war is only fitting."
Look and you will see
Money buys democracy,
The Citizens United, see?
If we knew the truth, would we agree?
Those answers are not going to be
Yes or no but more likely
Maybe, perhaps, or possibly,
Because in reality,
Right and wrong are just kidding.
To those who fret the plagues we face,
Yet believe we can change this place,
Who stifle doubts about the Human Race,
And yearn to be together in this chase,
With subdued pride and envy, in every case,
Seeking common goals to found the base,
May we lay the evil plots to waste,
For evils clients who once stood are now sitting.
The time is now, make a stand
,
Pull our heads out of the sand
Call their bluff with a hidden hand
Of virtue they don’t quite understand,
Defy procedure’s they have planned
,
Unite across the lines that brand,
Refuse all prejudice, none may be accepted.
Some know for they already looked
And the flow of money keeps them booked,
Takes but once to have them hooked,
Setting the table with food uncooked
For others whose foundations shook
Are pitted against the small time crook
Hoping only that we be protected
.
Hark the sounds of rebellious cries
For those that call, they realize
All that lives sure enough dies
But when displeased we close our eyes
To the masters of disguise
Who think their profit justifies
The invisible hand growing in size
While their strings attached go uncorrected
They kept us quiet all the while
Waiting with numbers dialed
To put the innocent to trial
Lining up in single file
To be cast into the same old pile
None willing to lay down their tile,
Casting shadows upon their guile,
The double agent mercantile,
Lobbying candidates to endorse.
All I ask, is to what do we base belief?
Dying children get no relief
Oil poisons the coral reef
Prophecy of the fallen chief
Given a thought but a bit too brief
Together a tree, alone but a leaf
Although it is all who feel the grief
Of our actions consequential course
Corrupted elites discuss our goals
So we continue to dig our holes
To depths that darken souls
Rigging markets to decide our roles
Assumptions made so that greed controls
They draw their graphs till the pencil dulls
Then add a factor, see how that goes
Without even the slightest feeling of remorse
Growth is sacred, but is it moral?
Strengthen reason yet we quarrel
Over falsities of vomit oral
Arrangements like that of floral
Remedies but not doctoral
Blood of fallen lives pastoral
Remind that we’re all mortal
But all thereafter bear the force.
So please tell me at what cost?
In a moments past our objectives lost
Compassion was our hand now tossed
Lines we’ve drawn, lines we’ve crossed
How much dirt can be washed
From our conscience we exhaust
Before shattering glass of fate we sloshed?
Working from the scattered pieces back to the source
It is us who blindly lead the strut
We are the source and nothing but
Whose center point is one giant rut
Where false desires cracked and cut
And the selfish feed an endless gut,
When our culture begins to split and jut,
We might finally ask... It was all for what?