My human side is showing
And I can't shut it off.
I know my pace is slowing
And the weakening has to stop.
The fortress built around me
Was supposed to keep emotions out,
To numb me to what I see
So I can accept what it's all about.
It's a sad truth:
That you need money to survive;
That power goes to the uncouth
And the rest live but are not alive
The world is run by the rich
Who never worry over the price of bread:
For the rest of us life is a bitch,
And true democracy is dead
Old ladies these days are stealing
Just so they can eat.
And the sight gives me feelings
That I try and fail to beat.
Ragged vagabonds swipe coupons
From over-priced gas pumps
Because compassion doesn't even come in soupcons
For those who get the worst of life's lumps.
The Company does not care
About the ones Capitalism leaves behind:
All charity is about PR
To boost the bottom line.
I wish our Head would work a spell
Down in our broken world,
And get a taste of the real Hell
To which we have all been hurled.
The Union is in his pocket
Instead of standing for our rights.
Their eyes are like empty sockets
With money in their sight.
They can pay the ferryman
When their lives come to an end,
But we can die as merry men
For our worth is in our friends.
But for us to have any such worth
We must have some free-time hours:
In reality we are doomed from birth
Because we have no such power.
My human side is destroying me
With these thoughts inside my head:
Then I fade and shuffle silently
Among the walking Dead.
