This Rage of Poverty

End stage capitalism

I like to pretend I know the blue sky

from deep in this smell of mud

deep in the linings of wrinkled old hand me downs

just stay calm

while they rob us blind

Crystal flutes, bubbling glasses

wipe the dirt off your eyes and lashes

you can't feel them picking your pockets

it's happened til numbness replaced my grit

I'm hungry but just stay calm

while they rob us blind

Can you hear the laughter over private jet roar

can you feel the blood they squeeze from your every pore

You need to work harder,  you need to quit

buying lattes and frivolous shoes

just always stay calm

while they rob us blind

If I could get this mud off me

find a few crumbs to give me the strength

I'd be calm while I squeezed the gilded necks

while I robbed the high places

and we all burned down the logo laden citadels of gold