These billionaires
pull strings
The mob
convinced by decades
bloated bias
sleight-of-hand games
rush to face death
little but pitchforks and torches in hand
to protect against the darkness
Protest
Fight
Die
Billionaires gloat
Billionaires eat
Billionaires charge
for casket and keep
Whose string pulls you now?
Whose coin pads your purse?
For whose betterment
are you killing yourself
and those you love?
They sell you hate
so that you may destroy
hope
love
hope of love
Whose string pulls you now?
Whose coin pads your purse?
For whose betterment
will you kill yourself
and those you
claim you love?
