Rapid industrialization yields,
to over inflating condemnations,
subjugating society's morals,
Breaking the will of the worker.
free press is corpratocracy's machine.
speech is limited by the will of the rich.
Dance in the streets to your dead gods,
While the middle class eats their loved dogs.
Dance to your music of the stradivarius,
Perhaps the nextstrangle victim will be Paris.
Perhaps Lock is the prophet of this corporate Reich,
Poor victims of white collar genocide are surrounded by Roman Dikes,
Left to float through the polluted water too radiated to drink
I know you wish they will simply sink.
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