You grind away
Burning both ends
With nothing ever received
The masters at the top
Portray a better man
Disguising a den of thieves
Any thought with a shred of hope
Torn out and replaced
There is no reaching the top with any kind of grace
It’s only a matter of time
Before you realize you’re an economic slave
Another form of currency
Blindly placing yourself up for trade
Accept that this was done before our eyes
A cross placed on a store front and yet we call it faith
Sold on dreams and gold
Never question why
You’re a cog
A sheep
Slaughter by the masses
How else will the spoon fed eat
We take care for those up top
Not out of respect
It’s our greatest failure
It’s how we’ve been programmed and taught