Tell me again how we live in luxury
this modern day life of throwaway absurdity
where its a privilege to queue for food
whilst getting knowing glances judging you
when we can't face our neighbours, as they know..
they have seen your recycle bag and the contents it shows
the tins of food bank sustenance that we can't live without
the cheap cans of poison we use to wash it down, to blot it out
Treat us like we live the high life, in our palaces in the sky
the high rise lives, lived in towers that are despised,
a blot on the landscape the rich man sighs, as he pulls up to his gated mansion of lies
and as the flames rise, the crocodile tears fall from those same eyes
the combustible walls fall, the lives inside lost to all
cost cutting measures to save a few pounds, to pile on the mountains - already too tall
poor lives matter less than the upper classes
this the lesson that the newspapers provide to the masses
We live in luxurious times, when we can't get by without a personal loan shark
a man that wont think twice about kneecapping you in an alley after dark
minimum wage welfare state, feels unfair that our lives are lived as wage slaves
no set retirement date, cant stop must keep going, work till you drop, dig your own graves
cash flow slows - it circles the plughole then down it goes
and if you want help from the bank, they like to say no
but will bill you for the time it took to tell you so
lining the pockets of stockholders and corporate suits
whilst they treat us like dirt on their polished shiny boots
Live in luxury, so why must I ask, do we need to find escape at every path we take
why do we fall into the lake of tears that addictions create
drink, drugs, sex, any way to escape from the void that surrounds
to dull down the screaming sounds, or the thudding noise that pounds
we watch television shows to see how the other half live their lives
but its less the other half - than the small percentage that hold us at the point of their knives
thieves and vampires sucking us dry, bleeding us of our rights
and we just sit back and take it because they call themselves knights
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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