We live in a state,
where men in white-collars wait,
for you to fall straight,
onto their plate,
and we can no longer breath,
we can no longer leave,
how could we have been so naïve,
to even believe,
the lies that the spurt,
words covered in dirt,
free speech it hurts, so
you must escape the system,
the babies and the presidents who kiss them,
and those who will not listen,
limping away in the distance,
to be its slave,
it preaches that we behave,
****-filled spoons,
once consumed,
become propaganda dishes,
burying your wishes,
under piles of lies,
wearing their suits and their ties,
so doomed is your fate,
in this hopeless state.