This race you are so fixed upon:
It is interminably long.
Not everyone is in it
And you have to do a lot of
If you want to win it.
Well, frack off with your “global race”
Race to what?
Theft and rot
A perpetual trophy
For the quickest despot.
And what for?
To grab the lion’s share
He who dares
Hey: someone’s gotta lose
You snooze, you
And serfdom’s flexibility.
And stepping stones
Keep us lean and mean
Telling us we’re flawed because
We’re falling behind some
Who-cares training place for
Constantly sniping at our young
Doing us all down with your we’re not
The whole world knows you think
Your citizens are fools. Yeah,
Thanks for that.
All strength and guile ignobly exercised
Come bearing plated medals, furnished
With a thousand overlapping lies.
You’re nothing but second-underhanded
Salesmen, bullying Life into a profitable
You put the slaughter into
But nothing screams of desperation quite
As much as grim and low imagination,
Where all the globe is a prize battlefield
For carrion in suits to pick and plunder
Yes, split the earth asunder by your dread
Small mind, so yielding to the grass is greener
All you know is the keen comparison of
And lazy envy’s gift
See nothing of the wasting treasure
And the measureless potential