separated, compartmentalized

these are the dreary days

of our lives

screened out, and filed away

locked into drawers

of human decay

forced to live

wall to wall

bodies stacked from

floor to ceiling

this is not life but

subsistence that

we are feeling

given barely enough

so as not to make waves

convinced to fight

amongst eachother

our brothers and sisters

just to make wage

these scraps of social progress

are given to us to fabricate the

illusion of success

distractions to eat up

our time



when slavery wasn't so subtle

and we didn't have

american dreams to keep

us from waking the

exploitation was more

plain to see



instead of recognizing the state

in which we find ourselves

our attention is diverted

fingers pointing in

the wrong directions

blame has shifted focus from

the wealthy to those

struggling alongside us



we are trapped

in this cage

convinced we're

the players

when we are

the played



tell yourself it won't change



how much value do values retain

when the measure of a person

is his willingness to use violence

for his own personal gain?



we remain trapped in stasis



masses fight and struggle

vying for small priviledge

the rich continue to grow fat

as we carry the weight

upon our backs



there must be a path more fullfilling

other than the "choice" we've been given

between whether to rule or be ruled

give in to the strain

and be consumed