Storm the gates

Those who live in decadence
Care little for the disintergration
Of the lower classes and the poor
They stick up their nose as they pass bye
Refusing to bare witness to how their lascivious
Desire got wealth and greed impacts on those they exploit
Cast down crumbs from their tables too
Whilst laughing at the crudity and decay in which they live,
The lower classes have always only ever been
A resources to be suffered painfully
But that now though through automation
And advancement and progress
These people in their low disintegrating poverty stricken lives
Can be factored out of the equations
Allowing more scope for greeter profit
Greater wealth and rising decadance
And liw how they do rejoice at the good fortunes that befall them
And low how they laugh and mock those beneath
Who suffer as a result of this inequality
That the decadant ones put in place oppress and control
Those who they regard as fodder for the workhouse
And as dispensible targets for the gun
As they enlist and serve and die for a country that wouldn’t die for them,
This is the truth of things, the way of things
And with control over government, media and corporations
The decadant ones are not about go Change things any time soon
That’s up the poverty stricken disintegrating lower class to do
To educate themselves to see and go rise up
And demand greater share of the wealth and more equality
Or to seize it through an uprising of protests on the streets
Culminating in a storming of the gates
Of the decadant ones and an the overthrowing of power.
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