Behind different kinds of bars

The broken have no voice
The dying had no choice
The rich keep their money
As the world starts to burn
It is reality
It stills turns
Time still passes
But how do you accept a world
That requires obedience to a system
With inequity required for it to function
It might be that people are allowed to earn
But do not mistake crumbs for the pie, that is twisted
The rulers of this planet require your submission and corruption
We are the many and they are the few
Every act of compliance contributes to their project
We are the human zoo
We are the beasts
They are the elite
We are the unwashed
They are the perfumed effete
Now we are to be watched
For any signs
Of cell corruption and decay
For we are not like them, we do not live simply for the day
We live for the moment
We shall strike
And the throats of those in power
Will be cut, and we will fight


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