Economic Warfare: A paper war of cash, cheques
And casualties time has forgotten, bloodless corpses
Hollowed-out edifices, houses of corporate capitalisms
Entities not human, Frankensteins of a legal system
Not accountable for their abuses, not apologetic
Just profit machines, monsters to serve their masters
Propelled by the sweat of paid slavery, voluntarily submitted
With no other choice but to obey, threatened with poverty
The plantation allows us to go home, where the media coerces us to spend
A circular cycle of fear, entrapment, labour, gratification and fear
Worse than dead, dead broke without hope of satisfying desires
An illusion of success, an enigmatic ladder, a stairway
To heaven? Or an elevator to the top floor
For some impossible to get on; for some impossible to get off
From the rundown slum, the suburbs or the penthouse with a view
All just cogs on the gears of this battle that never ends.
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