That’s me in despair Over there All alone Been around the world over Still finding my home Among those who saw profits Exported ‘em on Made it spread Out in rockets And then It’s the dreaded Undead Picking pockets The stock market’s Bloc chaining Gangs on the docket The gains Are net losses The reign Draining brains To reclaim The forgotten, Abandoned, That we propagate For some other gods Means of controlling Create Like the state Regulating The hate speech It deems To be anything but In compliance With dreams