Corporate exploitation.
Enslaven the population.
Make them dependant on the items you sell.
Regrowing independence shall never be a will.
For what they want is overreliance.
Stamp out all notions of freethinking defiance.
Money is the key,
To souls of misery.
Rot lives in the lungs,
Choking off you and them.
Business amalgamation.
Punishment for insurbordination.
What you smell is what they give you.
Remember it will only be yours for a few.
So breathe into the filth choked vacuum.
Will wish your body could taste no death fume.
Money is the key,
To souls of misery.
Rot lives in the lungs,
Choking off you and them.
Hard work reaps no reward.
Prosperity exists only for the board.
Sing these words and make them yours.
Its all that will be left when the cards are called.
Doubt you feel the urge.
If you do you’ll face the purge.
Be wiped clean from under their boot.
Every point you could make is already moot.
For you like me mean nothing to them.
They can afford to buy everything.
And we are but a tiny splinter.
Too miniscule to affect this blinker.
Limit on freethought and will.
Soon they force feed you the most bitter pill.
Money is the key,
To souls of misery.
Rot lives in the lungs,
Choking off you and them.
Not counted among the crows.
They take away all that you might know.
Don’t allow success for you on the test.
For you are just a statistic without a value explicit.
So accept your place and submit.
Standing strong is against what they are willing to permit.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 