Game of Numbers

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.