Isn’t it cruel
My stomach’s empty
But my head is full
Full of foolish ideas
Of freedom
Of peace
We’re all out here
Just trying to get a piece
But we’re cursed by their manufactured disease
The greed haunts and rots us all
We breathe it’s pollution daily
While they scream
“Pay me!”
One day we’ll be free
Even if it’s the last day we see
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