Time For Rage
1
What are we bestowed at birth?
What have you done to deserve your inherited net worth?
& how much life can be spent
on the pursuit of hedonistic mirth?
Those stolen talents & hedge fund abilities
used for atrocities purging capitalist liabilities
while profiteering off engineered hostilities
This is the plight of the mighty
the code of honour for the rich & knightly
who care for nothing but their own bottomline
To whom I say, Sorry, but, fuck you, politely
Be sure while your children are tucked tight in bed
safe with stomachs filled on veal, grass fed
out there in the wilderness conspires in the night
the wretched, our poor & your fucked over
starved, mean & keen to come take a bite
This is your destiny, this is our crusade
for profit, for glory
at the will of our mighty blade
Wanna lace a working artist’s palm? Just clap.
