How many of us would they kill
And leave in the streets
Were we to threaten their riches?
These leaders we so desperately follow
They see us as part of their system
In the same way
They see that system as necessary.
We are but digits
An increment or decrement
In a game of numbers.
Dehumanization knows no bounds
As it forces you to choose a side
To create the illusion of valor
In its game of prosperity.
We could leave
But we can’t escape
Because their greed always catches us.
We can’t please everyone, they say
We must be mighty
The poor must stay poor
The excuses flow like the mighty Mississippi.