Today they slip vaccines into vegetables,
tomorrow they’ll cram the vegans into your Lunchables.
Boardrooms full of hollow men in silk ties,
selling us the end of the world in family-size.
Colonialism isn’t gone, it’s pacing the floor,
a parasite knocking on every door.
And if it isn’t dead, then swing the shovel faster!
because when the chains crack, when the empire shatters,
the earth will roar its own name,
and that roar will last forever.
